Life Ore Death - DC Feruchemy [Young Justice]

The New Gods explained in Life Ore Death - part 1
I looked up the New Gods on the wiki, and there wasn't much info at all. Is there anything I should know about them? It appears that their canon interaction with the Team has been circumvented, with just the one sighting-at-a-distance during the events of Old Wounds. (Unless some of it happened while Ferris was in China and didn't get mentioned?)
How impressive and divine a New God is suppose to be is... more then a little schizophrenic. Like, sometime they seem like they barely qualify as having superpowers, and other times they're potent giants who can only interact with us by using technology to limit themselves down to our level.

So the answer is... *shrug*

They are gods, but DC doesn't use god as a power level but as racial description.

The innate powers all New Gods are supposed to have are about the same as the Amazon power set, except there are New Gods who seem to not have those supposedly innate powers.

For this story, I believe Oblo is going with they are spiritual beings whose powers will actually have something to do with what they are the god of, and that their power level will be somewhere between the OP lantern killing gods of post flashpoint and the generally useless schmucks they were before that.

Ahem. These raise good points that are somewhat going to be addressed early in Season 2, but at the same time I'm realizing that revealing out-of-universe information ahead of time may make the in-universe information more comprehensible as well. So.

1) What does it mean to be a "New God," or at least to be called one?

The first important thing is that the term the Forever People use to define themselves, "New God," is very misleading; it's a clunky translation because English does not have enough words with the degrees of meaning for what they're trying to explain. There are several layers of nuance – origin, alignment, age, intent, etc. – that simply don't get translated well at all, so they gave the Very Simple version. (Fun Fact: in canon YJ we get to hear their native language before they have Motherbox translate early on, and the wiki page has a transcription.)

DC doesn't use god as a power level but as racial description.

This is actually a very accurate description of my take on it, with the god half of "new gods" on its own being as descriptive as "mammal" or "reptile" rather than even just describing a species. "New" is similarly an age and power descriptor in a way; it's as much the caterpillar-cocoon-butterfly cycle having different names for the life cycles as anything, if there were far fewer limits on how large and old caterpillars could grow before moving on to the next stage since they very nearly don't die of old age.

The Forever People, most Apokolips agents, Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel (arguably), Renka, Mother of Champions & Celestial Archer of the Great Ten, the Greek Nymphs and Muses, Asgardian Valkyries, Oa's Guardians, and many beings could potentially all be "New Gods".

A still-inaccurate explanation is: a New God is a flesh and blood being with a certain type of metaphysical presence that makes it more than flesh and blood, and through that the eventual potential to become much more. To speak of it in terms of size, a New God has a soul or spiritual presence larger than its body by a significant amount. This may and may not confer certain inherent powers.

For example, measuring it in New God spirit-size terms, Renka is more powerful than Wonder Woman, who is in turn more powerful than any of the Forever People, who are each in turn more powerful than Valkyeries or the Olympian Nine Muses. The reason Wonder Woman has superpowers strong enough to potentially overwhelm nearly everyone else on that list combined is for the same reason a one-pound iron saw blade, wrench, or screwdriver is better in almost every situation than an equally large unshaped iron ingot.

Apokolips and New Genesis variant of New Gods are basically just two planets of an entire species where every member is born like this.

2) How powerful are the New Gods (the Apokolips and New Genesis ones) and what are those powers?

In terms of power, it varies alot. Darkseid is at least one or two exponents more powerful than anyone else on Apokolips; he's so powerful, in fact, that he no longer technically counts as a "new" god but has not yet progressed on to the next 'life cycle' stage. The lowlies on Apokolips, on the other hand, may be weak enough that they shouldn't count as New Gods either, or are stuck around that level.

Things are happier on New Genesis, where… to talk about spirit-size again, if an ordinary human like Artemis has a soul that is 90% the size of her body, and a magically potent human like Aqualad has one around 110% the size of his body, even the weakest inhabitants of New Genesis could reasonably be expected to have spirit-bodies 150%-200% the size of their mortal bodies. Individuals on the status level of the Forever People, or most of Darkseid's Furies, would range 250%-350%, and then the ratio keeps going.

(I wish to emphasize that the size thing is a clumsy metaphor that I'll try to make more clear in a later installment. As mentioned with the tool-ingot thing, size is not all that matters, nor does the actual size of a physical body necessarily matter much, just the example ratio. I'm also trying to use "spirit" or "aura" rather than "soul" because the latter has connotations of personhood and morality I don't like.)

As to what these powers are, there are some shared underlying things, but it has to do with a "Mantle" tying the New God to some Conceptual Idea or Platonic Idea, and growing out from there. Darkseid is, for instance, the New God of Tyranny, and even though he treats his people horribly many of them literally cannot conceive of rising against him if he doesn't let them.

Scott Free is Freedom and he's a supernaturally good escape artist who can't be bound by prophecy or mind-control, is capable of subconsciously or otherwise evading pursuers and observation, and other tricks he still has yet to discover.

Orion is the Glory of War: on top of it increasing his already potent combat skills to make him one of the most dangerous physical fighters in the galaxy, he's pretty much immune to all the dirty tricks and cheap tactics that could cause him an inglorious defeat while fighting

It is possible for New Gods to share mantles – to be connected to the same or very similar ideas – but powerful New Gods tend to unintentionally edge out others from growing into that same Concept even if they don't intentionally eliminate the competition. When beings do share mantles, the individuals will often interpret the Concept in different ways: Scott Free is New God of Freedom in the sense of living freely and happily, escaping imprisonment, etc., while a less pleasant New God might be much more into chaos and anarchy with no rules.

Lastly, the words used to describe what a being is the New God of are just that: the names for the mantles are descriptions, not definitions. Not all the ideas translate very well, such as when we'll meet the New God of Beating People Into Unconsciousness.

3) How are New Gods connected to and related to Greek gods, Nordic gods, Egyptian gods, etc., or aren't they?

Mostly they are connected in the same way wolves, kangaroos, dolphins, cows, and brown bears are connected. They fall into the same wide category and share certain traits, and a long time ago they may have branched off from a common origin.

Or maybe referring to them as different breeds of dogs is better than different species of mammals, since there tended to be some directed plan or intent in the way they branched off, and they still remain capable of cross-breeding. Pantheons can be as much a matter of political affiliation as they can "nationality" or "ethnicity". The three furies of Greek myth are (in LOD) technically immigrants to that pantheon from elsewhere in creation, and there may be a shocking number of Earth-breed divine beings who have influences on other planets.

Similarly, Desaad is currently among the highest echelons of Darkseid's servants, and he was originally born on New Genesis in this iteration of their universe (a long time ago). The idea of Apokolips or New Genesis is almost as much about a political affiliation as a place. Almost.

As for… Well, the myths have Dionysus spending a good part of his childhood traveling around Eurasia and conquering a lot of it before coming back to get a throne on Mt Olympus. In Life Ore Death, the Greek gods are extant beings and people, and a lot of that stuff actually occurred in their past (accounting for after-the-fact inflation and myth drift).

Dionysus started doing that when he was a bit older than the age Diana left to fight in WWII, and kept on for a century or two before returning to Olympus to claim a throne. Similarly, Heracles was a mortal demi-god who ascended to some measure of full divinity at the end of his life.

This is basically the exact same way by which Apokolips & New Genesis inhabitants can lose the "new" part of New Gods, albeit sped up for certain reasons. The reason they don't have a planet full of beings as powerful as an Olympian is the same as the reason why Oceanus's 3,000 daughters combined still won't match up against Zeus, despite being of the same generation (kids of a Gen 1 titan) & mostly older than him.

I realize this still leaves a lot of questions unanswered, and probably inspired a few more, but it's late and I'll cover more of this another day.
 
Lastly, the words used to describe what a being is the New God of are just that: the names for the mantles are descriptions, not definitions. Not all the ideas translate very well, such as when we'll meet the New God of Beating People Into Unconsciousness.
So another way to see this is "New god of defeating enemies non lethally"?
 
The Source chose humans as the successors of the New Gods, so humanity is the New New Gods, making New Genesis and Apokalips the Fourth World, and Earth the Fifth World.
Huh, I didn't know that. I guess that is one explanation for why everything seems to center on Earth. My head canon was always that because the Life Entity was asleep on Earth it was passively radiating "life energy" creating all those meta-humans, gods, and drawing in all those "last-of-their-kind" aliens. That would probably make too much sense and not be dumb enough for comics.
 
Huh, I didn't know that. I guess that is one explanation for why everything seems to center on Earth. My head canon was always that because the Life Entity was asleep on Earth it was passively radiating "life energy" creating all those meta-humans, gods, and drawing in all those "last-of-their-kind" aliens. That would probably make too much sense and not be dumb enough for comics.

I believe that was also true under a different writer.
 
Huh, I didn't know that. I guess that is one explanation for why everything seems to center on Earth. My head canon was always that because the Life Entity was asleep on Earth it was passively radiating "life energy" creating all those meta-humans, gods, and drawing in all those "last-of-their-kind" aliens. That would probably make too much sense and not be dumb enough for comics.

The official reason is rather meta actually- Earth is special in DC because the writers of DC comics are Earth humans who write stories for other Earth humans.

Forgotten characters are exiled to Limbo.

Characters the writers are tired of get taken out by Jonni DC or the Architects.

And the stories of DC are written in the Book of Souls on Destiny's wrist and continuity protected by the author avatars Seven Unknown Men of Slaughter Swamp.

Hence why the universes are named Earths. Earth-16, Earth-51, Earth-72.

So in short the universe revolves around the Earth, metaphorically speaking, because humans think the universe revolves around the Earth, metaphorically speaking.
 
Ferris Wheel and Food
Hey all, I wrote an omake scene set immediately after Renka arrived on Earth. Thanks to Obloquy for the chance to play in this story.

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April 17 01:22

The long grass made shushing noises in the dark, and Joanna rolled her eyes. Everyone was telling her to go to bed, even the wind. Which was dumb because she was wide awake and definitely old enough to keep the same schedule as the rest of the crew. She picked up another discarded popcorn bag and used it to gather the sticky blob of cotton candy on the bench. Someone's drink had spilled here, too, and she'd need to come back with a rag to wipe it down.

With an audible ka-chunk the lights on the duck game across from her shut off, along with the rest in this row of the arcade. A moment later there was another chunk, and the other row fell into darkness. Not very dark, though. The rest of the fairgrounds were still lit up enough to splash light in her direction. Still, with a bare sliver of moon in the sky she couldn't see well enough to be sure her trash pickup was thorough, so Joanna started back to their trailer.

Not that she took a direct route. Why hurry when she'd just have to go to bed when she got there? Why did everyone think that nine-year-olds had to be in bed by midnight anyway? The carnival didn't even close until then. How was she supposed to help shut it all down if she was asleep? So she wandered past the roller slide and the tilt-a-whirl, then wove through the shuttered kiosks holding silly hats and plush animals and inflatable toys. The kiosk lights were already out, and as she reached the picnic tables the lights on the tilt-a-whirl chunked off behind her. She did a little skip and twirl. Mr. Asamoah just had to shut off two more sections, and she'd be able to see the stars. That was her favorite part of staying up late. Well, that and the chance to walk around without the crowds. And not having to lie in her boring bed. And sometimes listening to Carlos' stories when there wasn't much to help with. And… yeah, staying up late was the best ever, for lots of reasons. But the stars were definitely up there. Joanna giggled at her own joke. High up on her list of favorites, she'd meant, but unplanned puns were the best puns.

No, that wasn't true either. Planning out puns was lots of fun too, even if her mom was way better at it. Joanna tried to think of one about stars. Maybe she could use the constellation names? There had to be something with Little Dipper. Maybe if she tried it in Spanish? Osa Pequeño y…. Inspiration didn't strike, and Joanna shrugged. Maybe later.

A distant section of the fairgrounds went dark, and Joanna found herself standing in an island of pink and green light from the Ferris wheel. She wasn't alone. ¿Qué? ¿Quién es? The woman was tall and had a tangle of curly black hair around her shoulders, and she was staring up at the wheel with her mouth open. The lights chasing each other around the structure faded into red and blue, then danced into flashing white and orange. The woman didn't move, didn't react to Joanna at all.

Was she on drugs? Probably, judging by her outfit. She was pretty thin, but she had on a dirty XXL T-shirt with a Looney Tunes character on the front, and there were holes in it. It was long enough that it came down almost to the middle of her dark thighs, and… wait, was she wearing anything else? The lights caught a metallic glint on the woman's legs, silver against black. Was she a robot? That would be totally awesome!

Joanna knew lots about robots from TV, and some of them were even real. Villains liked to use robots, true, but why would a villain attack their carnival in the middle of the night when the crowds had all left? And some robots were definitely good, like the Red Tornado. Best of all, Joanna wouldn't get in trouble for talking to a robot like she might for talking to a half-naked druggie woman.

"Hello?" she called, and skipped forward. The robot woman jerked and looked at her, giving a funny head tilt. "Are you lost? I'd love to help. It's nice to meet you, I think robots are super neat."

"Qathart alo? Vola tathi da?" Her voice didn't sound like a robot's, but that might have just been some awesome sound synthsizer. More importantly, it didn't sound like someone on drugs, so Joanna wouldn't get in trouble even if she wasn't a robot after all.

"Oh, do you not speak English? ¿Habla Español? I don't know any other languages, but Mr. Asamoah speaks Italian and French and, like, three different languages from Africa. He's from Ghana. Where are you from?"

"Renka salo teht. Galan Renka faral Scadrial et. Holton et sa?" The probably-a-robot woman smiled and tried a few more words, but Joanna didn't recognize any of them.

"Sorry, Mr. Asamoah should be here in a minute, and --" The lights shut out with a chunk, and Joanna turned to point. "Yeah, he's right over at the breaker box. I bet he can understand you." When she turned back, the woman was gone.

"Joanna?" Mr. Asamoah called. "What are you doing out here? Pilar said she sent you to bed."

"I was cleaning up, but then I met a robot! She liked the carnival, and she might be from Africa."

"A robot. That's nice. Time for bed."

Joanna hesitated, torn between defending her story and fighting to stay up, but quickly settled on, "But I want to look at the stars!"

"Look at them while we walk. Pilar wants you to get some sleep. You know we start early on Saturdays."

Joanna pouted, but didn't argue any more. Half her attention was on the stars, and the other half was watching the darkness for more robots.

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She didn't see the robot woman again until Sunday morning. The carnival shared the fairgrounds with a farmers market, and there were a few dozen stands set up near the treeline with fresh produce and crafts and things. Joanna was helping Elaine arrange her jars of honey and pickles when a tangle of black hair caught her eye.

The robot was wearing a long skirt along with the T-shirt this time, so Joanna couldn't see the metal bits of her legs.

"I'll be back in a bit," she told Elaine, and skipped away to follow the robot. She stopped and blinked as two bell peppers disappeared under the robot's shirt. Mr. Sanchez didn't turn around or notice, and the peppers were soon followed by a bunch of spinach. The robot walked straight into the trees and disappeared. What? Why would a robot steal vegetables? Joanna shook herself into motion again and chased after her.

A few steps into the trees, Joanna found her hunched behind a bush, waiting. One dark hand darted out to grab Joanna's arm, but it stopped halfway before withdrawing almost as quickly. The intense look in the maybe-a-robot's eyes softened immediately to something kinder, but at the same time the wide smile Joanna had seen faded. The expression on her face now was timid or sad, or maybe both. She hummed, then pulled out the spinach from beneath her shirt, offering it to Joanna. Joanna's eyes flicked to the shirt, and the probably-not-a-robot's shoulders drooped. She pulled out the peppers as well, and set them on the ground. They were followed by a radish and, after a moment, by two carrots. Her eyes lingered on the pile, then she turned to go.

"No, wait," said Joanna. "I was surprised that you were stealing things, especially that you'd be stealing food. But the way you looked at the food means you must be awful hungry, which is sad because that means that you are really definitely not a robot, but also because it stinks not having anything to eat. I know about that, at least a little bit. All of this together is only a few dollars, and I have money of my own I can use to pay them back. You should eat it."

The woman (and it was definitely sad that she wasn't a robot) had watched her through her speech, and seemed to get the idea when Joanna gestured again at the food on the ground. Tentatively she picked up one of the peppers and took a big bite. Her eyes closed in a moment of obvious pleasure, then opened again to watch Joanna warily.

Joanna sat down and smiled, and after a moment the woman continued to eat. Slowly at first, then with increasing gusto she ate the two peppers, including the pithy seeds in the middle. Then, with a tentative bite, she set into the carrots.

"Do you like those?" Joanna asked, pointing at the carrots, even though it was obvious.

"Ikethose?" echoed the woman, also pointing.

"Hmm? Ah, no, I see. You want to know what they're called. Those are carrots. Carrots," Joanna repeated.

"Car-ots."

Joanna named the other vegetables for her too, pointing slowly to each one. "Oh, and the one you ate before," she pointed at the discarded stem, "was a pepper. Green pepper."

"Green Pepah," nodded the woman. Then she smiled and patted her stomach. "Renka." She gestured at Joanna and hummed, tilting her head.

"Renka? Oh, is that your name? I like it. I'm Joanna." She tapped her chest and repeated her name.

"Zo-ana?" Renka asked.

"Close. Joanna," she emphasized the initial sound, then said it again with more of an English pronunciation, hardening the J.

"Jo-an-na," Renka nodded. She gestured at the remaining food and held her hands together over her heart, then gave a small bow. "Tal bat endi." She hummed and quirked an eyebrow.

"You're welcome," Joanna guessed, then realized. "I mean, oh. You want to know how to say thank you." Joanna nodded and repeated Renka's gesture. "Thanks. Thank you." She shrugged "Either one."

"Thanks thank yoo," repeated Renka. She smiled.

For nearly twenty more minutes Renka slowly munched on her stolen food and pantomimed words for Joanna to say. Then, after Renka had asked for the word for moon, she lay on her back and stared at that object in the sky for ten long minutes. It was peaceful. When Joanna suddenly heard the music of the merry go round start up, she remembered the time and jumped to her feet.

"I need to go help, I'm sorry. My mom will be looking for me. It was nice to meet you, Renka."

Renka stood as well, and bowed. "Thanks thank yoo, Joanna." She nodded firmly.

Before Joanna could leave, though, Renka quirked her head to the side and hummed in question, the way she had earlier when asking for words. She pointed off toward the carnival. Joanna looked to be sure, and yes, she was pointing up a bit, right at...

"Ferris wheel," she said, brightly. "That's a Ferris wheel. You should come ride it!"
 
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Tepes/Verdant
Omake: Tepes Verdant

"So, Tepes, we're here today to- Do you mind if I call you Tepes?"

"Yes. I mind."

Doland stuttered to a stop, taken aback by the negative answer to what was usually a meaningless bit of social lubricant in her line of work. The station always checked and double checked preferred forms of address, pronunciation, and the like before any interview, and her notes clearly spelled out "te-PISH".

Tepes spoke into the ensuing awkwardness. "It's an unfortunately common misunderstanding which I'm hoping to correct, starting with this interview. I was advised as to the importance of 'code names' in local culture before my debut, and so chose one and introduced myself to the press as such. After much contemplation I settled on 'Tiposh', which in my native tongue means 'Verdant One.' Quite a fitting name, I think."

At that Tepes gestured at himself, and Doland duly noted how the colors were brighter and more intense around him; yet somehow the darks remained dark and the light colors didn't become blinding. Half the stage in the area around the herculean figure was simply more vibrant than it naturally ought to be. Tepes's own outfit was... Well it did not do for a journalist to call a guest "gaudy", but let it simply be said that even magical powers that made everything around a hero more beautiful could only do so much.

Tepes continued. "But unfortunately your 'internet' lacks the capability for such nuance—or spelling—and so some rather... unfortunate parallels were drawn."

Doland laughed in a dutifully rueful fashion. "So you don't go around feasting on the blood and souls of the innocent, then?"

Tepes shifted. "Well... no definitely not those two things."

Doland paused. Offstage and behind Tepes's shoulder she saw her producer desperately waving a placard. It bore a hastily scrawled "nail dwn: d/dn he EAT SOULS."

"So, just to clarify for our viewers and quash these rumors, you do not consume souls?"

"It's... a complicated matter much bound up in certain physical and metaphysical realities, and really the entire concept of a 'soul' is contradictory to a large extent and conveys much more weight and meaning than a single Breath could really encompass..."

"That seems like too many words for a 'no'," Doland said, scooching her chair back a bit and distinctly out of Tepes's aura—soul eating aura? Were those colors the swan song of every living thing around him? He was said to leave patches of gray nearby whenever he used his powers...

"It's an entirely voluntary, painless, and harmless process, I assure you. Why, ever since I was born back into the world—as a god among my people, be sure you note that part—I've received offerings of Breath, and each supplicant walked away quite a bit happier and richer than they'd walked in, going on to live full, healthy, and happy lives. Why a little loss of color perception and weakened immune system is nothing compared to that!"

"What was that last bit?"

"Nothing! It was nothing! Let's move on, shall we, and talk about my heroics? I was thinking of cutting out the middleman, linguistically speaking, and just going by 'Verdant' moving forward," Verdant said. "Yes yes I know what you're going to say, 'sounds very plant-themed,' but really-" here Verdant gestures at the dazzling effects of his BioChromatic aura "you have to admit it fits!"

"Back to the soul-eating, though-"



Verdant fumbled with the remote briefly before finally turning off the TV, tossing the plastic contraption away in disgust.

"It went on like that for the rest of the interview! Here I am deigning to visit this two-bit 'show' for my rebranding campaign and all she wanted to do was focus on the misunderstanding that started this whole mess in the first place!"

"Yes. How unreasonable." Batman, to Verdant's discerning eye, did not seem entirely sincere in his empathy. "How is your shapeshifting practice going? Given the number of such 'misunderstandings' that you cause it's important that you be able to walk about in society and acclimate to our culture."

"Ugh. You don't get it: I look like how I think I should, all the time, and I think I should look like an ideal of masculine strength and attractiveness! Do you know how hard it is to go against that? I have to internalize a fundamentally different, fundamentally wrong self-image in order for 'shapeshifting' to happen at all! I mean look at me!"

Verdant had a point there. Batman—or Dark Winged Rodent Man, as Verdant had rather memorably first called him—represented the very peak of human physical conditioning, and even he didn't boast Verdant's god-like physique. Verdant looked like he could bench press a horse. He had bench pressed a horse (-equivalent) on a bet, the other week.

Batman pressed on. "And yet you said during your intake interview that you are physically 15 years old, and in your first life died of a wasting disease—this some time after 'saving all the other orphans and their puppies from a fire.' Wouldn't it be more healthy for you to spend time in something approaching your natural form, and to interact meaningfully with your peers?"

Verdant muttered something to the effect of "stupid yellow lasso" before slumping off to practice degrading his self-image.




A/N: Decided to go the route of slotting in a different Sanderson work, Warbreaker/Awakening in this case. The idea is that Tepes/Verdant is a Returned who ended up on Earth-16 because <reasons> with a small cache of Breaths, and has an ongoing need to eat other people's souls secondary soul-related metaphysical offshoots to both stay alive and grow in power. Magic-system fudgery would allow him the unique ability for people near him to voluntarily give him their Breath; and maybe for him to give it back in turn, though that second option risks him becoming a Breath-factory more than a hero.

Writing words is hard. I forgot the word-writing was such hard.

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Rewrote the last scene a bit as it's been sticking in my craw. No important changes.
Verdant fumbled with the remote briefly before finally turning off the TV, tossing the plastic contraption away in disgust.

"It went on like that for the rest of the interview! Here I am deigning to visit this two-bit 'show' for my rebranding campaign and all she wanted to do was focus on the misunderstanding that started this whole mess in the first place!"

"Yes. How unreasonable." The ManBat, to Verdant's discerning eye, did not seem entirely sincere in his empathy. "How is your shapeshifting practice going? Given the number of such 'misunderstandings' that you cause it's important that you be able to walk about in society and acclimate to our culture."

"Ugh. You don't get it: I look like how I think I should, all the time, and I think I should look like an ideal of masculine strength and attractiveness! Do you know how hard it is to go against that? I have to internalize a fundamentally different, fundamentally wrong self-image in order for 'shapeshifting' to happen at all! I mean look at me!"

Verdant did have a point there. Batman constantly pushed himself to the stay at the very peak of human physical conditioning, and even he couldn't boast Verdant's god-like physique. Verdant looked like he could bench press a rhino. He had bench pressed a rhino (-equivalent) on a bet, the other week.

Batman pressed on. "And yet you said during your intake interview that you are physically 15 years old, and in your first life died of a wasting disease—this some time after 'saving all the other orphans and their puppies from a fire.' Wouldn't it be more healthy for you to spend time in something approaching your natural form, and to interact meaningfully with your peers?"

Verdant muttered something to the effect of "stupid yellow lasso" before slumping off to practice degrading his self-image.

The only thing of relevance is downgrading his strength a bit to a horse (~900 lb). I'm going for essentially Captain America style "abilities" at base, so call it ~2x peak human ability across the board.
 
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Haha, that's perfect! I love the character of Tiposh/Verdant. Apparently he spent long enough in the Court of Gods to buy into his own greatness. I guess he remembered his prior life as part of the transfer to Earth?
If we consider Renka an influence towards maturity and emotional stability for the Team, I can only imagine that putting Verdant into the teenage mix instead would have hilariously counterproductive effects. I'm not sure how the missions would be affected, but the drama would be glorious! (And if he was on a team with Renka, she would absolutely flatten him.)
The ManBat, to Verdant's discerning eye, did not seem entirely sincere in his empathy.
*Snrk*:lol
 
Haha, that's perfect! I love the character of Tiposh/Verdant. Apparently he spent long enough in the Court of Gods to buy into his own greatness. I guess he remembered his prior life as part of the transfer to Earth?

Thanks. :)

So far as knowledge of his past life goes, I was fuzzy on that point. Maybe he remembered, maybe someone told him, maybe someone told him but they told him a lie. Saving an orphanage full of puppies from a fire maybe sounds a bit too heroic, and just the sort of thing you might tell a young Returned to get him off your case.
 
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The one issue is that IIRC all Breaths are themselves slivers of Endowment, hence why the only people who naturally have them are the ones who live on Nalthis and thus receive them at birth. And the "stick to one planet" thing isn't something any of them but Odium appear to break.

Also, we know based on Vasher and Nightblood being active on Roshar that the Returned can feed off of other sources of Investiture as well when Breath isn't available.

So Verdant should probably have switched to consuming magic while he's on Earth-16, which is less problematic for the general public.
 
The one issue is that IIRC all Breaths are themselves slivers of Endowment, hence why the only people who naturally have them are the ones who live on Nalthis and thus receive them at birth. And the "stick to one planet" thing isn't something any of them but Odium appear to break.

Also, we know based on Vasher and Nightblood being active on Roshar that the Returned can feed off of other sources of Investiture as well when Breath isn't available.

So Verdant should probably have switched to consuming magic while he's on Earth-16, which is less problematic for the general public.

I'm not going to lie and say I put hours of thought into the worldbuilding here (mostly I went "a soul-eating superhero would be funny" and went from there), but I'll take a jab at dispelling these concerns nonetheless.

It's true that Breath is at least in part unique to Nalthians. But it's not a simple matter of "Nalthians have Breath, everyone else doesn't." When a Nalthian gives up his Breath, he's going below the baseline investiture of any other resident of a cosmere, where a Nalthian with a Breath is a bit above it. So if normal cosmernauts walk around with 10 soul-units than Nalthians might be at 11, while drab are at 9. My acknowledged bit of magic-fudgery here would be for Verdant's proximity to "unlock" that 1 unit of wiggle room, letting randos give him what amounts to a half-Breath by this math. Normally that ability to gift Breath is Endowment-derived, but eh. Verdant's a Sliver of Endowment, some fudgery is allowable.

So far as feeding off of other sources of investiture, yeah that could definitely be a thing. That's a hack even in-world, though, and not necessarily immediately intuitive to the non-scholar from Nalthis. Assuming we tossed dandy-god Verdant onto Earth-16 with all he knows being that he needs to eat Breath to stay alive, his immediate thought isn't going to be to jury-rig whatever system Vasher devised to feed off of some other magic source. If I were to write a real story then trying to jury-rig such a system might be one of Verdant's ongoing goals, to break his dependency on eating people's souls and better allow him to gather up a real stockpile of BioChromatic power instead.
 
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Getting breath from Earth-16 humans didn't really bother me, considering the magic system uses color as fuel.

And in the DC franchise, not only is there the emotional spectrum, but take a look at Sensei-

That guy glowing yellow and blue? That's his soul, his ki, his chi, his breath being visible to the naked eye.

Not saying it's exactly the same thing, but I'd say people would have plenty of supernatural energy for a biochromatic user to borrow.
 
I'd love to follow up that display of creativity with another but I'm a tad lacking in that area. So let's go with a potential atium alloy! I know a duraluminium/atium alloy has already been proposed but I'd like to put another one forward.

Duralumin/Duraluminium_Internal Connection_Rimorium - Regular dura stores Connection to external things, other people, countries, etc. When alloyed with atium I propose it allows a feruchemist to store internal Connection, that is, Connection between their physical, cognitive and spiritual aspects. When storing the feruchemist is prone to drifting occurring between their components, creating vulnerability when it comes to magical or non-magical attacks that involve separating soul from body. The feruchemist appears to distant to observers, still physically present but requiring greater effort to communicate or interact with physical things, a telepathic entity would likely notice the "distance" between mind and body. Storing too much Internal Connection could theoretically cause a disconnect but this is unlikely, Connection doesn't exist to sever Connection however if a large enough gap occurs the feruchemist may find themselves unable to tap other metals (I imagine when you get so far away you can't use metal you'd also stop storing and return). When finding the right balance a feruchemist could perform something similar to peeking into the Cognitive Realm like those binding the Surge of Transformation, in Earth-16 this would result in a form of astral projection. Tapping rimorium would bring a feruchemist's three aspects closer together. Since they're effectively the closest they can be (presumably) the only effect of tapping is resistance to removal of a soul and things of a similar nature, pulling a wayward mind or spirit closer to the appropriate body, perhaps even staving off the non-physical components of death. When incorporated into a medallion rimorium could allow the dying or undead to forge stronger Connections to their body.

Rimorium: taken from a quick search of Latin yielding the word rimor meaning search or explore.
I have no idea if this would work with pre-existing Cosmere mechanics, I may have taken some liberties.
 
Having become unexpectedly invested in this story, I decided to investigate what happened in canon YJ. Mostly I just read (or skimmed) episode synopses on the wiki, plus watched a few short clips, so there's a lot I'm still missing, but I have a much better idea now of how the major pieces fit together.

First, I formally take back my "it's awful" judgement from a previous post, made when I had only seen two clips (one of Klarion vs Fate and one of Harm vs Artemis, both of which were legitimately terrible). At the same time, I can't see myself ever really getting excited about the canon storyline. Kudos to Obloquy for making this such an engaging read with enjoyable characters.

There are lots of great butterfly-effect things that I'm noticing now that I know to compare this against the original version, and they are all great. I'm looking forward to finding out how much the next "season" will diverge from canon. I'm rather expecting it to change a lot. I've gone back and caught up on about half of the comments in the thread, so I know some of these things have been discussed as they came up, but here are some of the differences that I'm now most interested in following up on. Apologies if these are super obvious to the DC aficionados here.
  1. Thanks to Renka, the team trusts each other now. As Zatanna said after all the confessions on Halloween, "Trust and honesty for the win, heroes go!" That basically invalidates the next six episodes from season 1 of the show, which is good because that contrived distrust plotline would have been really tiresome. Either the villains are going to try to manipulate them anyway, in which case the Team will crush them, or they will wise up and try something more exciting.
  2. Joseph Wilson will be important (and Beast Boy might not exist?). So, apparently Joey is actually a Teen Titans character, and the whole "abducted by Jackal and got his throat cut" story from Walls aligns perfectly with his origin story as Jericho in that continuity. But since LOD seems to have his powers arising from the failed tissue graft from Miss Martian, that obviously parallels what happens in canon with Beast Boy getting a blood transfusion from Megan. Will the extra biomancy training Batman and J'onn assigned her after Walls mean that Gar never gets powers, or he ends up with different ones? Will Jericho's abilities still be centered around possessing people, or will this version of his character be different? The canon Jericho seems to jump back and forth from hero to villain, and I can't see Renka being very happy about bodily possession, so there are lots of different types of conflict open for LOD regardless of the direction Obloquy takes.
  3. Team membership might change. In Childhoods Hour some of Megan and Conner's friends saw them working with Fate. Maybe this will accelerate those people joining the Team? In addition to the possible Jericho & Beast Boy change mentioned in #2, I expect the team composition to differ from the show, at the very least in the order that members are added.
  4. Renka's relationship with Sportsmaster and her interactions with Roy will have far-reaching effects. These things have already seen a fair amount of discussion. The whole New Gods thing is different and appears to be a major part of Obloquy's plans for season 2.
  5. Other departures from canon that may or may not have major effects include: Ongoing dialogue and improved relations with Dr. Fate, a dramatically improved outcome for Red Tornado's family, Queen Mera listening to Renka's suspicions about Orm, and various villains being captured or retained in custody.
I'm sure I've left things off. I started this intending to make it a predictions post, but decided it was better to simply list differences that were interesting to me and felt like potential story hooks.
 
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So first off I want to thank you for writing such a great story. I really enjoyed your character Renka, especially her flaws which I found to be fairly unique. A lot of heroes struggle with the idea of killing their foes, but I like that she struggles from the opposite direction of wanting to kill her foes but knowing that it is wrong. I just completed rereading your entire story for the second time and wanted to give you some well deserved praise. You side stepped one of the biggest flaws I commonly find in fanfiction, where authors stick too closely to canon. While many canon events happen, they transpire differently as a result of Renka (and not just her direct presence!). The villains adapting to a new hero such as with Sportmaster and modified versions of canon events such as the Blue Bots or exploring new events such as Captain Marvel's Halloween adventure kept the story from being boring and predictable. I was always pleasantly surprised by twists and the second time through was able to see foreshadowing for some of them even. Additionally, characters felt distinct and consistent throughout the course of the story. All the interactions between the cast members felt organic and genuine.

Overall, A+ story.


One minor plothole I noticed during the reread was after fighting the chlorofiend/s (was it the tree or the monsters it produced that are called chlorofiends?), Artemis goes to Renka and says
"Red Tornado called us all to the- uh." 'Should I have expected this? Isn't she supposed to be like, really body shy?'
At this point Red Tornado was undercover after betraying the team. This should be Batman, who gives the briefing about confronting the Injustice League.
 
One thing I haven't much done in season 1 proper is show renka in Metropolis with Superman, and the activities that happened there. I mentioned it a bunch but the story didn't often show much, so I'm working on a few snippets about that to put up in a bit. They'll be a while, but I hope you'll enjoy them.

Having become unexpectedly invested in this story, I decided to investigate what happened in canon YJ. Mostly I just read (or skimmed) episode synopses on the wiki, plus watched a few short clips, so there's a lot I'm still missing, but I have a much better idea now of how the major pieces fit together.

First, I formally take back my "it's awful" judgement from a previous post, made when I had only seen two clips (one of Klarion vs Fate and one of Harm vs Artemis, both of which were legitimately terrible). At the same time, I can't see myself ever really getting excited about the canon storyline. Kudos to Obloquy for making this such an engaging read with enjoyable characters.
If you want to watch some full episodes (and don't mind exiting out of a few annoying ads, but nothing harmful) I found the Young Justice here [EDIT: can't link to copyrited material, thank you @Mr Zoat , but they are online for free with ads, or online for small prices,] I wanted to watch them. It opens up ads in other tabs when you click some things, but if you just exit those it's fine and there's no harm done.

As for the original show's quality, it brings to mind two personal rules of fanfiction:
  • It's always easier to improve something than to make it good in the first place.
  • Shows that have parts left out or a few things insufficient (Naruto, Harry Potter, etc.) are much more popular & fun to 'fix' than shows/series that are perfectly put together.
The canon storyline was much more interesting when viewers went into it with genuinely no idea who Artemis was, whether there were any moles, etc. *Shrugs* If you like it, great, and if not then at least it inspired people to improve upon it. Thanks for the compliments.

So another way to see this is "New god of defeating enemies non lethally"?
...Yeeees, although what happens to those enemies after they end up unconscious isn't always non-lethal....

"Yes. How unreasonable." The ManBat, to Verdant's discerning eye, did not seem entirely sincere in his empathy. "How is your shapeshifting practice going? Given the number of such 'misunderstandings' that you cause it's important that you be able to walk about in society and acclimate to our culture."

"Ugh. You don't get it: I look like how I think I should, all the time, and I think I should look like an ideal of masculine strength and attractiveness! Do you know how hard it is to go against that? I have to internalize a fundamentally different, fundamentally wrong self-image in order for 'shapeshifting' to happen at all! I mean look at me!"

Verdant did have a point there. Batman constantly pushed himself to the stay at the very peak of human physical conditioning, and even he couldn't boast Verdant's god-like physique. Verdant looked like he could bench press a rhino. He had bench pressed a rhino (-equivalent) on a bet, the other week.

Batman pressed on. "And yet you said during your intake interview that you are physically 15 years old, and in your first life died of a wasting disease—this some time after 'saving all the other orphans and their puppies from a fire.' Wouldn't it be more healthy for you to spend time in something approaching your natural form, and to interact meaningfully with your peers?"

Verdant muttered something to the effect of "stupid yellow lasso" before slumping off to practice degrading his self-image.
Good snippet and I'd enjoy seeing more. I do wonder why Batman is the one in charge of him & how that happened. I'm also not certain if looking like you have rippling muscles from the shape-shifting also conveys the strength, but I don't know either way and 'author says so' is always a good reason.

The 'stupid yellow Lasso' at the end made me especially chuckle, particularly because he focused on it being yellow (yay color-theme!).

That guy glowing yellow and blue? That's his soul, his ki, his chi, his breath being visible to the naked eye.

Not saying it's exactly the same thing, but I'd say people would have plenty of supernatural energy for a biochromatic user to borrow.
Assuming the Returned knows how to access and borrow it. Vasher being able to inhale Stormlight doesn't necessarily mean it's an obvious or easy technique, nor that Verdant would easily be able to find that source (though maybe Shazam or Zatara would work something out...).

Overall, A+ story.


One minor plothole I noticed during the reread was after fighting the chlorofiend/s (was it the tree or the monsters it produced that are called chlorofiends?), Artemis goes to Renka and says
Thank you! And I went back to fix that because it is supposed to be Batman, not Red Tornado, making the call.

The tree got called the Monstree and the creatures it produced were Chlorofiends.
 
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If you want to watch some full episodes (and don't mind exiting out of a few annoying ads, but nothing harmful) I found the Young Justice episodes here when I wanted to watch them. It opens up ads in other tabs when you click some things, but if you just exit those it's fine and there's no harm done.
I'm sorry to say that it's very much against site rules to link to sites containing copy written material like that.

Not that I've ever used them myself.
 
Good snippet and I'd enjoy seeing more. I do wonder why Batman is the one in charge of him & how that happened. I'm also not certain if looking like you have rippling muscles from the shape-shifting also conveys the strength, but I don't know either way and 'author says so' is always a good reason.

The 'stupid yellow Lasso' at the end made me especially chuckle, particularly because he focused on it being yellow (yay color-theme!).

Oh god, this is what it feels like when people think I'm capable of writing themes/subtlety, isn't it. :whistle: I didn't even think about the color connection for the Lasso, mostly I just wanted to allude to it as to why the League knows things that he wouldn't have volunteered otherwise.

So far as Batman/strength goes... To be honest I'm not 100% happy with that last scene.
  • Batman was picked as the "mentor figure" mostly because I thought I kind of maybe had his voice down without needing to familiarize myself with it. Jury's out on whether that worked.
  • I maintained a third person limited perspective throughout most of the omake, then jumped between Verdant and Batman for no good reason at the end, confusing readers.
  • Calling Batman "ManBat" was done on a whim without the will to follow-through on the linguistic implications (and also served to reinforce when I broke perspective and referred to him as Batman later)
  • A rhino was probably too much weight
If I were to continue the narrative I'd probably do some sneak-edits of that last scene to constrain it to Verdant's perspective and downgrade the rhino to a small cow or something, at the least.

e: Couldn't stand it anymore, did some retroactive edits to lock the perspective harder to Verdant and downgrade the rhino to a horse.

That said, re: Returned strength:
Returned do possess supernatural strength to match their superhuman physiques, but yeah probably not quite to that level.
The sphere flew much farther than it probably should have; [Lightsong] had the strength of a perfect body. That was part of the reason the field was so vast; it had to be built to the scale of gods, and so when they played, they required the elevated perspective of a balcony to view their game.
 
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Ferris in Metropolis - A Burning Building
AN: as mentioned, here's the first snippet of Ferris's activities in Metropolis, since she was there a lot but I never really showed it. Not sure about an exact timeline on any of these, but I think this one is before the Injustice League, since she never uses the steel-atium alloy.


"We need more water pressure to reach the upper floors!" Shouted the nearly frantic Metropolis fire captain, as he did his best to direct the hoses at the apartment building. One of his men cut off in the middle of a status report, and a vaguely familiar figure ducked into his view.

"How can I help," the young woman, wearing brown armor over some kind of black bodysuit, asked calmly. It took him a moment to recognize her - she'd been seen around the rooftops with Superman of late but the people of Metropolis still didn't know much about her. The captain wasn't even sure what her name was.

He didn't waste time bothering to ask, because the arial ladder wasn't working and no one else was arriving in time.

"Elevators are down, the stairs are unsafe, there's a boy in a wheelchair on the fifth floor who can't get out the window, and a couple kids on the seventh floor who're too scared to jump. No clue about who was supposed to be watching them," he rattled. "Anything you can do about a fire?"

"I should be safe from the fire," Ferris assessed, pouring more heat into her brass-mind as she assessed the burning building for ways up. 'Fifth floor and seventh floor… Yes, I can see the boy in the wheel chair by the window, but where are the kids?' She tapped tin-mind hearing, but she couldn't make much out over the shouting fire fighters and the roar of the flames. 'I'll need to try again when I'm closer to them.'

"Is Superman coming?" He asked intently. Ferris twitched her lips to grimace and had to shrug her shoulders.

"There was a big rockslide in Argentina," she offered by way of explanation. "Which window are the children close, and should I toss them out or jump out carrying them? I cannot fly," she added in case he didn't know.

"Ge the Browder ready! Throw them onto the blanket if you can," he added to her, "and jump if you can't. Cannonball position, not headfirst."

"Kids at which window?" She repeated because he had never answered. The fire captain pointed up.

"Seventh floor, second from the right."

"Mm." 'Fifth floor for the wheelchair boy, then the other side of the building on the seventh. The streetlight looks to be my fastest way up.' "I will go."

The fire captain was confused for a moment, hoping she hadn't meant that she would go away, as Ferris backed away from the building and to one side. Then he followed her line of sight as she bent her knees, and it made more sense.

Ferris poured as much weight into her iron-mind as she could manage, even lapsing on her storage of warmth to be thorough, and tapped strength.

She jumped lightly, caught the horizontal bar of the streetlight, and clambered up.

"Right, she said she couldn't fly," he remembered with a bit of relief. Then, as she stood carefully on it and braced, he went back to barking orders.

Up above, Ferris aimed carefully in her crouch, checked her balance, tapped more strength, uncoiled, and started cursing in mid-air.

'Rusts, rust it, I'm going too low. I'll have to climb up from the fourth,' she resolved, guessing it would be faster to go inside than try maneuvering back outside the building again. She tapped zinc-mind acuity for the quick calculations, tapped weight to shift her parabola, and crashed through the fourth floor window, into an apartment that was smoky, but not entirely on fire.

Yet.

'Thank you, cadmium-minds. Knew these would be more useful than just for Atlantis,' Ferris assessed, even as she tapped speed. She raced through the apartment's living room, into the hall that was on fire, and quickly saw the exit sign leading to the stairwell.

In the sweltering stairwell she paused, protected from heat and smoke by her brass and cadmium-minds, and tapped tin-mind hearing.
The roar of burning fire still surrounded everything, but she heard more as well, away from the shouts of the fire fighters.

'The heartbeat, struggling, and hissed obscenities sound like the wheelchair boy on the fifth floor. Then I hear the scared whimpering of the kids on the seventh floor, and one fo them is trying to talk to someone… And rust it, I think I can hear another heartbeat on the third floor… Make the call….'

'I don't know anything about the third floor person but if zie has survived so far another few minutes aren't likely to be much worse, and zie is in the opposite direction from everyone else I need to save.' She dismissed the notion that the unknown's silence meant they may have already passed out and would be much closer to death than those still awake, because it wouldn't really help, and promptly bolted up the stairs.

She did not need to inhale, but Ferris idly noted smelling some sickening fumes from the burning carpet and other things in the fourth floor hall.
It took her two tries to find the right room, because something was weird to her about the layout, but she burst in to find a (maybe) fourteen-year-old boy in dreadlocks cursing, coughing, and sobbing as he futilely tried to get either back into his wheelchair or out of the window.

He'd overturned the small table in front of the window in his struggles, and was trying to prop his elbows up on it and reach the window.

Ferris tapped connection again, to better communicate, and called, "Hello, I am here to help!" The young man spun around, eyes alight with hope.

"Oh th-thank-!" He cut off again, coughing. Ferris strode forward, scooped him up in her arms, and peered out the window to aim.

"Do you know anyone else trapped here?" She asked quickly. Cheers came up from the ground and the men holding the target tarp moved closer.

"N-no-!" He started hacking again. Ferris touched her chilly brow to his cheek as she rearranged his position.

"Try to land like a cannonball," she advised him. 'Possibly he's never done a cannonball, but neither have I and I know it from TV.'

"R-right," he wheezed, and did his best to grab his own knees. Ferris tested his weight, tapped a bit more strength, and aimed.

"One. Two. Three. Four," she shouted as she heaved. He soared down, tumbling a little to land on his spine, but EMTs pulled him off the tarp quickly.

'Now the children on the 7th floor.' Ferris raced back into the hall, up the stairs, and noted but did not pause to wonder why the fire had spread further through the seventh floor than the fourth. She tapped tin-mind hearing. 'There are the children, and someone else older, talking to them? But not English talking? Babbling? Only, she sounds too calm to....'

With speed in her limbs and a supply of clean oxygen, navigating the halls to find the trapped children was no challenge, save for one point where her foot crashed through a burnt floorboard. Her armor protected her ankle; it would have taken more gold-mind than she wanted to spare if not for that.

In the room with the trapped children, she quickly saw the problem.

Part of the ceiling had collapsed in the apartment's main bedroom - the apartment was decorated for a child's birthday party, it appeared - and the young woman she assumed was in charge of the younger children had gained not only a head injury, but also a leg so badly broken that the bone was poking through her skin. They were all gathered in the tiled bathroom; bathwater was running and a small window was open for ventilation.

Then the young brunette had collapsed, and was still delirious, murmuring words without any sense.

Ferris pulled on more connection, intending it to help the frightened children trust her.

"I am friends with Superman, and I'm here to help," she said quickly, dropping to her knees, arms open, as they flinched away. "I'll save you."

That got the kids calm enough for her to grab two and race over toward a larger window. Ferris leaned her head out.

The fire fighter below called up something over a megaphone, gesturing to the tarp his men were moving. Ferris didn't know any arm signals to convey understanding beyond a thumbs-up, but she waited until the tarp was in place to say, "Can you do a cannonball?"

The girl and boy both said they could. Two count-downs later, they were being tended to, and Ferris raced back to retrieve two more children.

She repeated this with the last two, and then came to the window carrying the young woman bridal style in her arms.

'Toss her down and go down to the 3rd floor, or jump with her and go up to the 3rd floor? …Up will be faster, and she cannot do a cannonball.'

Ferris lifted one foot to the windowsill, assessed her angle, and jumped.

Her landing on the tarp was not soft, but she didn't need to heal anything and was on her feet again in seconds.

"One more person on, I think, the third floor," she rattled off to a fire fighter, shaking her head to clear away the fog of the impact.

She jumped back onto the light post, leaped through a third-floor window with one mighty heave of her legs, and tapped her tin-mind.

'Again, and this is odd… there is a little less fire, I think, on this floor than those higher, but the bottom two looked like a large inferno. Is it on purpose…? Later. There!'

She blurred through the halls, doubled back at one wrong turn, and kicked down the door of the room with the heartbeat.

There were two dead bodies in it; the heartbeat, ironically, belonged to a dog cowering in the bathroom. But at the closer range she could hear the much fainter, struggling heartbeat of a third person passed out in the bathroom.

Ferris grabbed her first; she didn't have the background to recognize the needle marks on the blonde's inner arms, but it would have explained a lot. 'Three floors is much shorter and they haven't set the tarp up yet…' She grabbed the dog around its ribs with a free arm and jumped.

It strained her stores of pewter-mind strength to land feet first on the pavement without any problem, and she tapped a touch of healing to fix her minor impact damage. Then she handed them off.

Leaping up again and clambering, Ferris grabbed the two she suspected were dead - 'Earth medicine can accomplish a lot, and maybe the… body cutting… maybe the autopsies will say something important,' she figured - one under each arm, and jumped out of the window a final time.

Then, she wandered over to a corner to cool off, sit down, and start storing to replace what she'd spent, since it was all over but the shouting.

'Shouting,' in this case, being shorthand for the few reports who sort of swarmed her with questions, only some of which she deigned to answer.

"I grabbed the dog first because it was the only reason I found them three in the first place. I'm pretty sure the last two are already dead," was her dry answer when some asked if she over-prioritized animal life by grabbing a dog before the two humans.

So of course, that was the sound clip that ended up on the evening news.

While Godfrey's ridiculous rant was annoying, Ferris still considered it a job well done.
 
Ferris in Metropolis - The Banshee Family
Another Brief Adventure of Ferris in Metropolis!​

"No, it isn't quite that direct or specific," Superman demurred mildly, sipping his hot chocolate. Beside him, perching on the edge of a tall tower in Metropolis, Ferris took a longer draft from her cup as she listened. Superman pondered for a moment how to best explain it. "Would it make sense if I said it was less like a power cord, plugged into an outlet, and more like batteries?"

"Mm. I can understand the explanation," Ferris agreed pleasantly. Her eyes turned back to the moon in the night sky, bright among the stars the two had settled down to watch. "Then moonlight does not help your powers, or does very little help, but it also does not hurt, yes?"

"That's correct," Superman chuckled. "To be honest, I've never really noticed whether moonlight, being reflected sunlight, has an effect on my powers at all. You have a talent for asking astute questions."

"Thank you," Ferris replied politely. "If you do learn the answer, please tell it to me."

"Of course."

The continued to chat idly late into the tepid night, until an unexpected sound caught the edge of Superman's hearing. He rose immediately into the air, face firm, and zeroed in on the location.

"Criminals," Ferris guessed, standing up as well.

"Someone's attacked a concert, at a club," Superman agreed, searching for what was happening. Nothing came into some line of sight, except… "I don't know who it is," he told Ferris, mentally cursing once again that Luthor's influence had successfully altered building codes in the city to the point that more than 1 in 20 had walls lined in lead, "but people are in trouble."

"Fly to fight, and I will alert the Justice League while I follow you." He nodded at her suggestion and shot off through the air. Ferris - glad that she had not changed out of her field armor after they had finished the patrol earlier - sent out the message as she performed the Feruchemical alterations she used to roof hop, mentally plotting out her easiest path to follow him.

She arrived about 90 seconds after she started; Superman's failure to end the fighting in that period of time was enough to let her know that there were super-villains involved, and significantly capable ones at that.

Avoiding the crowd of people milling around the street and sidewalk, she landed on the club's roof and tapped a tin-mind to listen.

'A woman who sounds angry is speaking, but not English. Ah, that's the Superman… He is trying to reason with her… Oh, there's another man there, and… someone… has at least one hostage, maybe more. Oh, and that's a girl begging to let her friends go. Wait, she's saying they aren't involved in this, but in a way that suggests she is… wait, one of the hostage-holders is her father?'

As she had come to consider 'par for the course' on Earth, this was clearly a complicated situation involving people with unknown super powers. The hostages were an unpleasant touch, though; Superman had more than enough power to protect himself, usually, but those he protected were less invulnerable, and he'd mentioned before that this fact had been occasionally used against him.

Maintaining her tin-mind tap to spy on the angry interplay of voices, Ferris tapped enough strength to rip open an upper-floor window and slip inside.

"Superman, I am here, in the top floor," she murmured, trusting his powerful ears to hear her.

"Just come quietly, She-von," Ferris heard a man rasp, "and none of your friends need be hurt this day."

"Take a step toward him, girl," a woman threatened, "and this friend of yours will be worse than hurt." Ferris tracked the echoes to find a stairwell.

"Hostages don't work, Banshee," Superman declared flatly. "Once you hurt her, there will be nothing stopping me from taking you down. That goes for both of you." He said some more things, and then they spoke back, but Ferris was somewhat preoccupied with trying to mentally map the room.

"Superman, I am behind the door. I think I am fast enough to intervene to rescue one hostage, but I do not know which one. If you can hear me, please stutter a word to let me know, then say the gender of who I should target when it is time."

The female villain finished speaking, then the young woman they appeared to be fighting over said something, and then Superman spoke.

"Please don- don't worry," he told her with a touch of hesitance. Ferris stilled and paid close "Your friends, even that young man he knocked out, they are all going to be okay. Everyone will come out of this, I swear."

'Male,' Ferris confirmed, orienting her attention in the direction of the male villain, as best as she could figure through the closed door. 'Open it a bit? I am not sure if it is safe to peek, or if there is an alarm....'

She knew that some emergency exits had automatic alarms attached, and she had no idea if this was one of them.

"Fair is relative," Superman cut in, flat and unamused, interrupting the female criminal. Ferris paid attention, remembering his 'Fair is the day we met,' pun from when they went to visit Dakota City. "Silver Banshee. …Black Banshee. I will give you five seconds to release your hostages. If you refuse to do so, then no matter how powerful your voices are as weapons, I will take you down. Five. Four."

"Message received, I am ready ready to move," Ferris confirmed softly as she prepared to act. 'Voices are weapons, like the Black Canary, so I should target the mouth and throat.'

"One."

Ferris pushed the door open, then tapped more than half each of her steel-mind and zinc-mind stores.

She raced across the slow moving room in a rush, homing in on the man who had a nearly-unconscious teenage boy. In the corner of her eye, she saw a young woman standing semi-frozen on the edge of the room, as Superman raced toward the almost emaciated, black-and-white patterned woman. Ferris focused on her own opponent instead, trusting her patron/mentor to handle himself.

Black Banshee was unarmed except for his powers, and had both hands full holding his hostage. Catching him off-guard, Ferris slammed an open palm into his Adam's apple, armored glove and all. She dug her fingers in and gripped, though she didn't squeeze hard enough to crush anything, while her free hand sucker-punched punched his stomach.

Her next move slapped his hands off of the hostage, just as he started to thrash and struggle. Ferris almost had him in a submission hold when a wall of agonizing sound slammed into her.

Everything and everyone in the room got knocked tumbling, but her Feruchemy let her recover faster than the rest.

Black Banshee was quickly secured, but Superman had already chased Silver Banshee out into the night, where Ferris caught the edge of her disappearance when the criminal transformed into a vanishing swirl of mist.

The free and conscious young woman quickly rushed over to her friends; Ferris sighed in semi-satisfaction once she heard sirens approaching.
 
Her next move slapped his hands off of the hostage, just as he started to thrash and struggle. Ferris almost had him in a submission hold when a wall of agonizing sound slammed into her.

Everything and everyone in the room got knocked tumbling, but her Feruchemy let her recover faster than the rest.

And that day Ferris learned to store into her tinmind when fighting people who use sonic attacks.
 
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