Magical Girl: S.H.I.E.L.D Exasperation [MCU SI]
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I finally got the title of this story.
Everybody, especially SHIELD, is going to want to protect her, saying that what she's doing is the job of the adults, no matter what Alien Intelligence says. She's going to shrug and do it nonetheless to their exasperation as nothing they'l do will work and/or they truly needed her in the beginning.
So, Raven…
Try to see if they have "Teen Titans" and all its incarnations in this dimension.
I would love to read some "Raven Sarcasm" dialogues in the future.
… Well, let's hope you won't meet your Koriand'r in the future… Although she would drove batty SHIELD but with the opposite way from you.
You didn't take "Twins" in your build, but I could see plenty of ROB going for it and create your Starfire.
Everybody, especially SHIELD, is going to want to protect her, saying that what she's doing is the job of the adults, no matter what Alien Intelligence says. She's going to shrug and do it nonetheless to their exasperation as nothing they'l do will work and/or they truly needed her in the beginning.
So, Raven…
Try to see if they have "Teen Titans" and all its incarnations in this dimension.
I would love to read some "Raven Sarcasm" dialogues in the future.
… Well, let's hope you won't meet your Koriand'r in the future… Although she would drove batty SHIELD but with the opposite way from you.
You didn't take "Twins" in your build, but I could see plenty of ROB going for it and create your Starfire.
Terran Imperium
[French]
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- Southern France
Teen Titans is from DC, not Marvel. I don't think there are a Teen Titans equivalent in the MCU or the comic book universe for that matter.
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I am talking about the cartoon series. If it exist in this Marvel universe, then the pleasure of the SI trolling the others will be reduced since they have the reference.
I regret that I have only one like to give.
I wonder if we see any butterflies if Tony is willing to share the full transcript with shield. Telling Nick Fury that Hydra is still around could be enough to turn over some stones.
I wonder if we see any butterflies if Tony is willing to share the full transcript with shield. Telling Nick Fury that Hydra is still around could be enough to turn over some stones.
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If you're talking about the name, it was a reference to My Immortal. The protagonist's name is Ebony Dark'Ness Dementia Raven Way.
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- West Michigan
That was obvious enough. The second reference to Raven of the Teen Titans is what makes it hilarious.
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- france
I just hope the character will be more Raven (teen titans) than the horrible marysue Ebony.
Although it would be fun to see her asking a villain why he isn't already in love with her since she is the main protagonist of this story. "Do you wan to stay a minor background character?"
Terran Imperium
[French]
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- Southern France
Eh, I hope not. The least I would want is for the story and the character to go meta. No way.
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
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- Cold snow fields of Finland
Mark IV, I see. That means we're either between Iron Man 1 and 2, or very early in Iron Man 2. Even at best, the only other MCU movies that have happened are Captain America: FA and maybe The Incredible Hulk. Steve Rogers is still in ice and T'Challa has become the latest Black Panther.
Tony, your articulation capabilities are amazing.
Pffffffffft!!!
rofl:Thank God, that's true.
Tony, you're a riot.
When in combat skirt/dress, always wear modesty shorts.
Good taste. Lets just hope that she's careful when it comes to using that ability. Mind control is iffy business and tends to make people not trust you.
ManOfManyColors
Totally not Zelretch
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While I'd like something like "One naked little girl coming right up. ...Look away pervy old man-san" in the transformation, but the SW and HP references more than make up for it.
Now, since there was much opening... Can we get a Gate of Babylon later on?
Now, since there was much opening... Can we get a Gate of Babylon later on?
Closest I can think of to a Teen Titans equivalent in marvel would be the New Mutants. And its not that great a match because they generally have some form of adult supervision.
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- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
what did i just watch
Aia
Mahou Shoujo Civilian ❤ Casualties
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- the starless night
I can just imagine Loki/Thor understanding the situation and be all "Ah, Dear. That's not how you twist minds, here; I'll show you how to twist form as well. AS long as you annoy my brother."/"Warriors of Asgard know not age when the enemy are at the gates, those who can lift sword and shield, shall!"
Then you get the whole dumb human morals from those who can be argued not to technically be moral against the sayings of the older, wiser, and enlightened Asgardians. Exasperation and malice hearts, perhaps Loki will be even more ready to be a teacher, it'd give him some more meaning.
Chapter 3
- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
"So," I said to Hyaa-San, having found an appropriately out-of-the-way place to talk at thin air. "If I'm going to be stabbing magical abominations for my foreseeable future, I'm guessing I'll need a secret base?"
A fixed point in your dimension such as that, said Hyaa-San, is normally beneficial for engaging Malice Hearts.
I looked up at the darkening sky. I was standing on a fire escape ladder platform thing between two buildings, using what little magic I had without my costume on to figure out no one was home- at least, not directly behind the door. "Normally?" I asked. "There's others?"
There have been others, it responded. The most recent requested permission to leave their post and enter my dimension roughly two-hundred solar cycles ago. He rests, now, save for summoning- he has joined the Unmasked, and leads them contentedly.
"You should remember I have no idea who you are or what you're on about," I drawled. "From the top?"
...It was around three-thousand five-hundred cycles ago, said Hyaa-San, that the transition from the old ways to the new ways occured. In that age, the boon was gifted to mortal peoples of great power, and they would use it as they saw fit- under the condition that they would join my dimension upon their deaths, and that they would guard this world from its despoilers.
"I'm guessing somebody only liked the first part of the deal."
Correct. That champion's name was Thutmose, and he lived in what he considered to be a great Empire. When his health began to fail unexpectedly, Hyaa-San said slowly in those crackling, flutish tones of its, he sought relief in ritual magic.
I frowned, looking at the skylines. "They weren't your own?" I asked.
They were of the same dimension as the rest of my gifts. There was a strange, almost considerate, creaking noise as it paused its explanation. All rituals are of mortal invention. But Thutmose was of particular intellect. He found a way to steal potential years, and began to end the lives of those his power could afford. Thutmose misjudged.
"They murdered him?" I questioned.
Nay, said Hyaa-San. But he was sealed away- and the great power invested in him was sealed also. In his folly and egotism, he rendered this planet's isolation inert. Soon after there came meddlers- with no champion's influence to stop them, manyfold died in ice and war.
I blinked. "The Jotun? The Asgardians?"
The former, most certainly, it confirmed. The latter... mortal vocabulary is fluid. Perhaps. But as time went on, my power regenerated- and yet even now, it is still a shadow of what it once was. It was in my weakness I learned subtlety. Slowly, and with new champions- offered what fame and gold cannot buy, and offered the service of my own minions- the outsiders were driven out. And so things remained until recently.
"Back up a second," I said, frowning. "You said 'offered the service of your minions'. I don't know about you, but I haven't been offered any minions yet."
You have been offered many things, my champion, Hyaa-San said vaguely. All may be questioned and refused, at any time- many a champion has grown fearful otherwise. Mortals are a delightfully fearful kind, but it is most inconvenient in their protection.
"Do I get a castle?" I questioned, deadpan.
You are offered an apartment in my realm that may be entered and exited at will, the eldritch abomination countered. Simply choose a simple incantation and the gate will open.
...Unexpected, but good. Though as for the word choice? I was curious to see what Hyaa-San considered an 'apartment'.
The incantation choice, on the other hand? Well that was an exceedingly obvious choice. "Door me," I said, pretending I had a dramatic cape and fedora to go with it.
A swirling dark portal opened in front of me. Not immediately- it grew from a single nucleus, throwing out strands that coalesced into something like black smoke as I watched. I looked at it- surprised that it had been that simple- and, with what would have been a brief shrug if my emotion expression was on full power, stepped through.
I was surprised at the lack of whumphs or krakathooms or other indications of actually crossing dimensions- it was more like a gust of wind to the face on a dry, sandy beach than any actual change in my motion. A sort of grainy, mildly uncomfortable but not necessarily unpleasant feeling on my skin as I stepped through. It made me blink, and when I finished the step I was on the other side.
My eyes took a second to adjust to the lighting. When they had, I found myself... confused, to say the least.
"...Is that a fucking city," I asked flatly as I stared out the windows on the opposite side.
People more usually question the refrigerator. Indeed, there was a perfectly normal fridge in the corner, with a small kitchen in the corner and a big, lavish-looking bed filling most of the room. With curtains and everything.
I would have blinked at the absurdly overdesigned bed, but Hyaa-San was right. I did want to question why there was a fridge. "...You did say the last guy was from the 18th century, right?" I asked, perplexed.
Hyaa-San did that mental shrug thing again, in its own incomprehensible way. Correct, it affirmed. The inhabitants of this dimension- unable to access this room- are enlightened. Maddened, but enlightened. They possess technology beyond your own. It paused- to reminisce? There was a time I was less... sensible. The population here is the remnant of that time.
"I'm going to avoid asking about 'that time'," I decided, "for my own sanity."
A wise decision. Your own dimension's equipment is entirely more likely to function over long periods of time, regardless.
With a slight nod, I returned to my thoughts. "...I've completely forgotten where we were at in the conversation before we got here," I informed Hyaa-San.
You were requesting information on minions, it said. The Unmasked maintain order here. The City Beyond would not nearly be so pleasant if it were on fire, and the human inhabitants would ensure that without the Unmasked. You have permission to will them into existence should it aid in your mission.
"...And for other purposes?" I said, just in case. "Grocery runs, getting Captain America's autograph, stuff like that?"
No. The answer was so succinct that even the whispers in my head stopped for a moment, before continuing on in their rather consistent manner.
"Aww," I whined, despite having completely expected that answer.
They are capable of acting as humans in a manner that I am incapable of, Hyaa-San continued. Their disguises have performed adequately for all previous champions. They are brave and loyal enforcers of my will- and you will need them.
I stared out over the cityscape, the swirling entrance having disappeared soon after I walked in. It was more the idea of a city than a city itself- I could see no order in the deep purple skyscrapers and glowing yellow lights, the buildings all being placed with random angles and sizes. They had no regard for streets, roads or skylines. "I'm guessing there's something dangerous out there," I presumed. "Err... the normal world, not this, you said this place was full of madmen anyway."
Aye, said Hyaa-San. There have been... interferences, in the fabric of spacetime, recently. Their exact cause cannot be ascertained, but something has settled in. The Malace Hearts are a symptom, not a disease- it must be found and annihilated.
"...If it's summoning angry emotion... shoggoth things, that sounds like a good plan," I reasoned. "Where is it?"
I shall send you in the direction of its origin, it responded. Then you shall track it down and slay it.
"Okay then," I replied. "How far is it?"
Two days of non-exhausting ambulatory locomotion in your enhanced format, Hyaa-San said. Reduced if you choose to continue in nocturnal conditions, though other mortals may disapprove.
"Hmm..." I frowned, thinking.
A lightbulb went off in my head.
"Hyaa-San, I know what we're going to do tomorrow," I said.
You feel the need to explain your plan, the alien intelligence inferred unenthusiastically.
"Yup!" I replied. Sitting on the bed, I glanced around for some paper or something, and shrugged when it turned out there was no such thing here. Oh well.
Hyaa-San seemed resigned to its fate. Go on, then.
"The first thing I need is a means of going faster than walking," I said, "because that sounds boring. Flight is straight out- SHIELD would notice that immediately. So's a car, because I doubt I could actually reach the pedals, let alone the fact I haven't got a license."
I doubt a license would be comprehended in relation to your physical appearance.
"Yeah yeah," I said as I shrugged it off. "There is, however, the humble bicycle- it must be at least twice as fast as walking, so that would get me to where I want to be before nightfall."
Hyaa-San's background whispers crawled across my brain as it considered this. You lack such an apparatus, it noted.
I shrugged. "I'll knick one from a bike shop and return it later," I surmised. "Murderous ghosts is plenty enough reason to do so." I paused. "...Yeah. That's... That's my entire plan. That's what I've got for you."
It warms the cockles of my viscera that you should have such a complex plan, said Hyaa-San, in a tone dry enough to leave R'yleh little more than a desert village. I would have rolled my eyes at that if I could.
"I'm glad you feel that way," I said. "It's a great plan. You'll love it. In fact, it reminds me of a song..."
You are planning to irritate me.
"Yup!" I said brightly. "~Oh, I like to ride my bicycle~..."
Your actions are in vain, it responded in a bored tone of voice that only served to encourage my shenanigans.
It would probably be taking that back after multiple hours of cycling tomorrow.
A fixed point in your dimension such as that, said Hyaa-San, is normally beneficial for engaging Malice Hearts.
I looked up at the darkening sky. I was standing on a fire escape ladder platform thing between two buildings, using what little magic I had without my costume on to figure out no one was home- at least, not directly behind the door. "Normally?" I asked. "There's others?"
There have been others, it responded. The most recent requested permission to leave their post and enter my dimension roughly two-hundred solar cycles ago. He rests, now, save for summoning- he has joined the Unmasked, and leads them contentedly.
"You should remember I have no idea who you are or what you're on about," I drawled. "From the top?"
...It was around three-thousand five-hundred cycles ago, said Hyaa-San, that the transition from the old ways to the new ways occured. In that age, the boon was gifted to mortal peoples of great power, and they would use it as they saw fit- under the condition that they would join my dimension upon their deaths, and that they would guard this world from its despoilers.
"I'm guessing somebody only liked the first part of the deal."
Correct. That champion's name was Thutmose, and he lived in what he considered to be a great Empire. When his health began to fail unexpectedly, Hyaa-San said slowly in those crackling, flutish tones of its, he sought relief in ritual magic.
I frowned, looking at the skylines. "They weren't your own?" I asked.
They were of the same dimension as the rest of my gifts. There was a strange, almost considerate, creaking noise as it paused its explanation. All rituals are of mortal invention. But Thutmose was of particular intellect. He found a way to steal potential years, and began to end the lives of those his power could afford. Thutmose misjudged.
"They murdered him?" I questioned.
Nay, said Hyaa-San. But he was sealed away- and the great power invested in him was sealed also. In his folly and egotism, he rendered this planet's isolation inert. Soon after there came meddlers- with no champion's influence to stop them, manyfold died in ice and war.
I blinked. "The Jotun? The Asgardians?"
The former, most certainly, it confirmed. The latter... mortal vocabulary is fluid. Perhaps. But as time went on, my power regenerated- and yet even now, it is still a shadow of what it once was. It was in my weakness I learned subtlety. Slowly, and with new champions- offered what fame and gold cannot buy, and offered the service of my own minions- the outsiders were driven out. And so things remained until recently.
"Back up a second," I said, frowning. "You said 'offered the service of your minions'. I don't know about you, but I haven't been offered any minions yet."
You have been offered many things, my champion, Hyaa-San said vaguely. All may be questioned and refused, at any time- many a champion has grown fearful otherwise. Mortals are a delightfully fearful kind, but it is most inconvenient in their protection.
"Do I get a castle?" I questioned, deadpan.
You are offered an apartment in my realm that may be entered and exited at will, the eldritch abomination countered. Simply choose a simple incantation and the gate will open.
...Unexpected, but good. Though as for the word choice? I was curious to see what Hyaa-San considered an 'apartment'.
The incantation choice, on the other hand? Well that was an exceedingly obvious choice. "Door me," I said, pretending I had a dramatic cape and fedora to go with it.
A swirling dark portal opened in front of me. Not immediately- it grew from a single nucleus, throwing out strands that coalesced into something like black smoke as I watched. I looked at it- surprised that it had been that simple- and, with what would have been a brief shrug if my emotion expression was on full power, stepped through.
I was surprised at the lack of whumphs or krakathooms or other indications of actually crossing dimensions- it was more like a gust of wind to the face on a dry, sandy beach than any actual change in my motion. A sort of grainy, mildly uncomfortable but not necessarily unpleasant feeling on my skin as I stepped through. It made me blink, and when I finished the step I was on the other side.
My eyes took a second to adjust to the lighting. When they had, I found myself... confused, to say the least.
"...Is that a fucking city," I asked flatly as I stared out the windows on the opposite side.
People more usually question the refrigerator. Indeed, there was a perfectly normal fridge in the corner, with a small kitchen in the corner and a big, lavish-looking bed filling most of the room. With curtains and everything.
I would have blinked at the absurdly overdesigned bed, but Hyaa-San was right. I did want to question why there was a fridge. "...You did say the last guy was from the 18th century, right?" I asked, perplexed.
Hyaa-San did that mental shrug thing again, in its own incomprehensible way. Correct, it affirmed. The inhabitants of this dimension- unable to access this room- are enlightened. Maddened, but enlightened. They possess technology beyond your own. It paused- to reminisce? There was a time I was less... sensible. The population here is the remnant of that time.
"I'm going to avoid asking about 'that time'," I decided, "for my own sanity."
A wise decision. Your own dimension's equipment is entirely more likely to function over long periods of time, regardless.
With a slight nod, I returned to my thoughts. "...I've completely forgotten where we were at in the conversation before we got here," I informed Hyaa-San.
You were requesting information on minions, it said. The Unmasked maintain order here. The City Beyond would not nearly be so pleasant if it were on fire, and the human inhabitants would ensure that without the Unmasked. You have permission to will them into existence should it aid in your mission.
"...And for other purposes?" I said, just in case. "Grocery runs, getting Captain America's autograph, stuff like that?"
No. The answer was so succinct that even the whispers in my head stopped for a moment, before continuing on in their rather consistent manner.
"Aww," I whined, despite having completely expected that answer.
They are capable of acting as humans in a manner that I am incapable of, Hyaa-San continued. Their disguises have performed adequately for all previous champions. They are brave and loyal enforcers of my will- and you will need them.
I stared out over the cityscape, the swirling entrance having disappeared soon after I walked in. It was more the idea of a city than a city itself- I could see no order in the deep purple skyscrapers and glowing yellow lights, the buildings all being placed with random angles and sizes. They had no regard for streets, roads or skylines. "I'm guessing there's something dangerous out there," I presumed. "Err... the normal world, not this, you said this place was full of madmen anyway."
Aye, said Hyaa-San. There have been... interferences, in the fabric of spacetime, recently. Their exact cause cannot be ascertained, but something has settled in. The Malace Hearts are a symptom, not a disease- it must be found and annihilated.
"...If it's summoning angry emotion... shoggoth things, that sounds like a good plan," I reasoned. "Where is it?"
I shall send you in the direction of its origin, it responded. Then you shall track it down and slay it.
"Okay then," I replied. "How far is it?"
Two days of non-exhausting ambulatory locomotion in your enhanced format, Hyaa-San said. Reduced if you choose to continue in nocturnal conditions, though other mortals may disapprove.
"Hmm..." I frowned, thinking.
A lightbulb went off in my head.
"Hyaa-San, I know what we're going to do tomorrow," I said.
You feel the need to explain your plan, the alien intelligence inferred unenthusiastically.
"Yup!" I replied. Sitting on the bed, I glanced around for some paper or something, and shrugged when it turned out there was no such thing here. Oh well.
Hyaa-San seemed resigned to its fate. Go on, then.
"The first thing I need is a means of going faster than walking," I said, "because that sounds boring. Flight is straight out- SHIELD would notice that immediately. So's a car, because I doubt I could actually reach the pedals, let alone the fact I haven't got a license."
I doubt a license would be comprehended in relation to your physical appearance.
"Yeah yeah," I said as I shrugged it off. "There is, however, the humble bicycle- it must be at least twice as fast as walking, so that would get me to where I want to be before nightfall."
Hyaa-San's background whispers crawled across my brain as it considered this. You lack such an apparatus, it noted.
I shrugged. "I'll knick one from a bike shop and return it later," I surmised. "Murderous ghosts is plenty enough reason to do so." I paused. "...Yeah. That's... That's my entire plan. That's what I've got for you."
It warms the cockles of my viscera that you should have such a complex plan, said Hyaa-San, in a tone dry enough to leave R'yleh little more than a desert village. I would have rolled my eyes at that if I could.
"I'm glad you feel that way," I said. "It's a great plan. You'll love it. In fact, it reminds me of a song..."
You are planning to irritate me.
"Yup!" I said brightly. "~Oh, I like to ride my bicycle~..."
Your actions are in vain, it responded in a bored tone of voice that only served to encourage my shenanigans.
It would probably be taking that back after multiple hours of cycling tomorrow.
- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
Hyaa-San has no concept of exasperation. And it's not just saying that because it implanted it into the human genome in ages long past so it had somebody to sympathise with it.
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
Ok, place your bets how far into the MCU-timeline she gets before that guy escapes and decides it is time to conquer Earth?
LoL
FTFY
If there were any other heroes active att, aside from Iron Man, I'd say that that would be a classical moment to run into one.
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