- Location
- poland
I am a little disturbed that i read that as pony meat is back on the menu...
Pocket System
- Thread starter theaceoffire
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy
- Location
- France
He's actually in DC.
He's actually in fucking DC.
I just...
HahahahaHAHAHAHA-
Whooooo.
Holy shit I almost feel bad for Destiny, he's going to have so many headaches from the MC wrecking everything.
Also, Death. I'll be so disappointed if he and Death don't sit down for tea at least once.
Other than that, all I can say is YES. Yes please, I want more!
He's actually in fucking DC.
I just...
HahahahaHAHAHAHA-
Whooooo.
Holy shit I almost feel bad for Destiny, he's going to have so many headaches from the MC wrecking everything.
Also, Death. I'll be so disappointed if he and Death don't sit down for tea at least once.
Other than that, all I can say is YES. Yes please, I want more!
After 10 seconds? My, my. You're feeling generous with the length of time Grace, Temptation, or Jessica, or any combination of the three; would let such a being interact with John.
Last edited:
Oh, please. Pretty Please. Give Giovani the Mario Treatment. Pretty, Pretty Please?
{Edit} Primarily because there isn't a comic, nor animated variation that isn't a stuck up ass of a jack hole, whom is so full of himself that it's a surprise he doesn't pop from bursting with either Ego, or Bullshit. So, pretty, pretty, pretty please give this Giovani the Mario Treatment. Though, I'm torn about what "age" little Z should be. Old enough to lust after John, or just a little girl getting a young girls crush on the nice, fun, older boy that rescued her, and took her on a fun (innocent) adventure. That has John wondering why the hell there's so many innuendo laced prat falls occurring to him/them.
To put it into perspective. Giovani has been insulted by comparing some of his worse examples of behavior to Constantine. He's that much of a jackass, that the only good thing that they say about him is "at least he's not Constantine."
Last edited:
Yes, and No. It's actually in/the center of the DC verse, and yes it does act as a barricade/passage way to other Universes. But that's only to other universes within the DC Multiverse. So, technically, not applicable concerning entry/exit to/from the outside.
Mr. Cloak
Orchestrator of Paradoxical Apocalypse
- Pronouns
- I
This is DC. Some villains are at least somewhat polite before they start being threatening. Some.
Here's my Joker impression the moment that John & The Girls discover his existance:
*sounds of soul & conceptual obliteration*
Bruh, look before you Transfer!
- Location
- Here
John is stuck, update on Friday.
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Save a horse, ride a pony?
OoF.
Ugh, just... F you man. For making me remember that f'ed up song, and for putting it in context of Equistria Girls/MLP.
. . . . Damn it. Now I'm thinking about how it'd be utterly wonky/hilarious that Grace would totally date Human Pinky, while Temptation would go for Human Fluttershy. (because they're basically their "sister" without the "hang ups" ) Bit of a Draw on whether or not Sunset or "SciTwi" would end up with Jessica (if not both) With only Human Rarity, and Human Applejack not pairing off with pocket residents. But I can totally see [[Home]] retroactively appearing in formerly visited settings, and John and co getting older Phineas and Ferb with their Girls Isabella and Vanessa. Then getting "Not Drunk" (It's like being Drunk, without the Drinking! Or the hangover!) Phineas and Isabella waking up with AppleJack, and Ferb and Vanessa waking up with Rarity. In a shared bedroom ("separate beds," for the couples) And Somehow, Isabella and Vanessa being okay with whom they ended up with. Only question is if it's Birthday apparel, or night wear. Poor John, he'll either be lonely, or get the Sirens that'll "try redemption for soma'dat sweet, sweet... John."
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Do not try to look into MLP remix songs then, especially the dubstep ones.
Or really any unusual version of 20 % Cooler.
Otherwise you may require BrainBleach, not a Doe Family product, honest.
A long time...
- Location
- Here
Perhaps teasing his sister this hard was a bad idea… "UNCLE! UNCLE! I GIVE!"
She continued to noogie him! "STOP! JINXING! MY! PLANS!"
HA! "NEVER!"
Quick, escape! System! Get me out of this!
[[Reclaiming extra dimensional Pocket storage for Transfer…]]
[[Pocket.]]
The connection to Zombie heaven was let loose!
[[Transfer.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
[[Selected Node designated; System connection reestablished.]]
[[Deployment module activated.]]
[[Insertion module activated: Filter Settings detected.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
[[Detected the Insertion options.]]
[[Default Body selected.]]
[[ERROR! Technological enhancement incompatible with zone.]]
[[Adjustment: Activate alternative options for mechanical components within HOST Body.]]
[[Adjustment: Lower HOST biological Body age to optimally endure trivial zone mutations.]]
[[Biological restrictions bypassed, resume deployment.]]
[[ERROR! Temporal distortion interfering designated deployment zone!]]
[[Adjustment: Phasing HOST out of sync with zone timeline: Layer E3B1.]]
[[ERROR! Temporal distortion interfering designated deployment zone!]]
[[Adjustment: Phasing HOST out of sync with zone timeline: Layer E3B2.]]
[[Temporal restrictions bypassed, resume deployment.]]
[[Selection Confirmed. Deploying HOST.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
"Whaaaaaaaaaa…" Huh, it felt like he was standing in pudding.
"...aaaaaaaaatttt aaaaaa…" Thick pudding. Huh.
John ignored his prior attempts to speak (Still ongoing, woo), and began reviewing the most recent Transfer attempt. And the MASSIVE amount of alerts and errors.
Sheesh, just the summary was long! And that was highly abbreviated!
"...aaaaaaaaaaaaa rrrrruuuuu…"
Looks like the security modules dodged some passive senses, some aspect of reality focused on Fate… Or Destiny? A few gods who would normally have noticed John popping into their domains/realms/timelines/etc, what seemed to be a hundred random prophecies and plans that were now WAY off kilter…
"...uuuuuussssssssshhhhhhhhh!"
Thankfully his security modules didn't JUST smash all those sharp hooks that failed to catch him, it also flubbed the many alerts and warnings that avoiding that mess should have set off in the process. Sheesh, John hadn't even had a chance to DO anything yet, and already there were TONS of random plans and stuff now shattered like pottery hit with a baseball bat…
Good thing his sister had her hand hovering over the 'GET THE EFF OUT' button, metaphorically.
Because John had just blundered into a BILLION china shops all overlapping and spinning on plates, smashed them all, and was frantically trying to convince everyone that nothing happened.
…It was a bit of an energy drain, honestly.
Damn, how does a place like this even OPERATE when everything is so convoluted and fragile? Legends of heroes and demons and monsters that are supposed to arrive due to being foretold… Oops.
Curses that were to follow family lines and haunt tormented individuals… Sorry!
Spikes of good and bad luck, meant to guide people towards a multitude of roles and missions and traps… It was an accident!
Sheesh.
And now John could feel his eyes trying to blink… Damn, was this going to take a few minutes?
This was unacceptable.
What was even CAUSING this whole sticky mess!?
[[Jessica: So uh… Turns out that PART of the magical thing I wanted you to scan is trying to stop time in the area.]]
Oh really. You don't say?
So where is this 'thing' anyway? All he could see was a dark not-fabric of endless potential stretching in every direction.
[[Jessica: Yeah, about that…]]
[[Temptation: HA! You're facing the wrong way!]]
[[Grace: Yes, my Lord. The object to be scanned is located behind you and to your right.]]
Oh? Good! Then he could quickly scan whatever was causing this and SMASH it!
Eugh, at least this entire mess ALSO slowed down his need to breathe and pump blood and stuff. Otherwise this would be more on the lethal side rather than the 'Infuriating beyond all reason' scale.
Right, turn… Turn now, please…
…OH GOD DAMN IT, JOHN WAS SO SLOW! AHHHHHHHHHH!
[[Jessica: Would it be faster to just reinsert him facing the other direction?]]
[[Grace: No, he'd need to wait to be recalled and then wait again to be deployed… It would take TWICE as long as just turning would be.]]
Sooooooo… Slooooooow….
~~~Pocket System~~~
Temptation stared at the screen of her Master (Which looked more like a photograph than a video feed), and then glanced once more at the growing rage in his text messaging as he attempted to turn around.
…It was going to take hours.
Heh. "I'm going to go get some snacks. And a book, I think. Anyone need anything?"
Jessica perked up! "Ah! A book! Can I send him the text to read so he would have something else to focus on?" She glanced back at the rage and winced. "Or at least distract him a bit?"
Grace sighed. "No. There are OTHER restrictions BESIDES the time issue… John needs to FULLY focus on turning around or this will take even LONGER to fix."
Ouch. "Don't tell him that, or he might get angry enough to start breaking logic again." He seemed close enough to doing that now ANYWAY, no reason to push him over the edge. "This isn't hurting him or anything, is it?"
Her sister shook her head. "No, the stagnant temporal field prevents him from most biological urges, concerns, or issues. Right now our Lord is just very annoyed and frustrated, not in pain or actually torment."
Jessica sighed. "Then again, that might be WORSE for my brother than just stabbing him… Any sort of pain just gets ignored by him, most of the time. But being annoyed? Bored? Frustrated?" She gave them a look. "He'll need time to calm down later."
…True. "Be right back, for the snacks and reading material."
Grace hummed. "I'd like some chocolate covered espresso beans."
Her mistress lit up! "Ooh, and some chocolate covered pistachios! And a cup of coffee, if you would Temperance."
Meh, easy enough. "No problem, I'll get them."
She headed off towards the kitchen (Summoning or Crafting snacks directly in the surveillance room was banned due to Grace trying to live there 24/7 causing mistress to worry about her) and decided to snag a bag or two of those espresso beans too… Sweet treats were a bit of a weakness to the demoness, honestly.
~~~Pocket System~~~
…mother just had another bit of a dizzy spell, Zatanna. She'll need to stay here again, where she can get treated for a while and have a few scans…
Memories flickered through her slowed mind.
…but no, your father is VERY busy, but he will visit you both as soon and often as he can…
Friends of the family, unrelated but considered Aunts and Uncles… Or more like strangers to the young girl. Each one trying to comfort her with each new trip to her mother's hospital room.
…I'm sure he'd be here if he could! I've been sending all kinds of messages, he'll run right over and…
But it had always been hard for mom to contact her father. He was always 'busy with work' and 'off protecting us both' and 'so sorry that he could not come'. Again and again.
…no you tell me where the FUCK is Giovanni at a time like this!? I have to keep lying to his kid and making sure Sindella's actually taken care of, there is NOTHING more important than…
Eventually, she just treated 'daddy' as a very nice stranger. One that mom would fondly talk about, one that she would lovingly tell stories of, one that occasionally would send gifts on holidays or birthdays 'when possible'. Almost like a personal Santa, even if it got harder and harder to remember him.
…only JUST got little Zatanna to sleep, you will both keep QUIET! If you can't, go out there and FIND that magical deadbeat and DRAG him back to his family!...
But that was fine. She had mom. Even if mom was sick. Even if she seemed to smile less when the pain got worse. She said it would be alright… When she was able to talk more. To stay awake.
…but your mother is very very sick, Zatanna. The doctors will be taking care of her, and your aunts and uncles are both going to figure this out…
She was a big girl! Already twelve… And she heard things, when daddy had to work even harder as mom got sicker.
…can't lower her magical defenses like this, we can't risk any healing rituals and sacrifices always go WRONG with this family, you know that! Has Giovanni been informed yet? What is the POINT of doing all those jobs to 'pay the bills' if he aint here when...
Too many things.
…doctors can do nothing, she's getting worse, and since her magic kept anyone from finding out about the cancer until it was far too late? Well, options are limited. We still have a few others looking for the more obscure mystical options, maybe alien tech…
And today, when she heard and [[Felt]] the D̶͜A̵͢͠͠Ņ̀G͠͏͡E̶̴̡̢͞Ŕ̵̛ approaching the hospital room, coming towards her mom now during visiting hours… When she sensed her temporary caretakers being mystically dominated to ignore this place of supposed safety…
…can't leave ANY traces, NO bodies! Master requires both for leverage…
She knew there was only one thing she could do to keep mom safe.
…must be UNTOUCHED, or I will SKIN you! Our Master's ritual needs 'pure' sacrifices, he needs the spawn of one to be touched by Fate!...
Zatanna wasn't strong enough to stop them.
She couldn't move mom, not with all the medical equipment.
And the girl REFUSED to abandon her and flee.
…move in eight minutes, when the distractions are fully deployed, secure them both and ensure the bindings hold long enough to evacuate…
With limited options, with no time to call for help… She made a desperate attempt.
Mom had to be safe, she was already sick!
…I love you, mom… [[Erucsbo mom, edih mom, erongi mom, tegrof mom, leef dehsur!]]...
Everything was forced into her magic. Into a raw prayer, a hope that mom would be ignored and kept safe despite D̶͜A̵͢͠͠Ņ̀G͠͏͡E̶̴̡̢͞Ŕ̵̛ clawing at the doors.
It was too much. Zatanna wasn't strong enough.
She'd passed out.
And now… She was somewhere.
It felt burdensome. Darkness radiated suppression and restraint. The space was too large, wedged wide by Magic… If she was too hasty, it would collapse and crush her to death.
But she was okay. Because she had mom. Hopefully.
And she shouldn't cry.
Because she was a big girl. And mom needed to see her be happy when she woke up. To know that Zatanna was taking care of herself, and that mom just had to get better soon and not cry too.
But it was scary.
And dark.
And… [[Knock knock!]]
…
What?
Even the heavy magic that enclosed the Darkness felt… Confused?
[[Knock knock!]]
…No really, what?
The dangerous WAVES of corrupt Magic was still swirling in the dark, clearly agitated by… Nothing? It just felt so lost and ready to stab something that it couldn't find…
The heavy darkness shook for the third time. [[Knock knock… Knock-knock knock?]]
Hesitantly, she reached upwards to the unseen wooden lid.
~~~Pocket System~~~
John kept flicking off the unmoving (But still VERY astonished) demonic sculpture with his middle finger, as his other hand knocked against the strange bound box below it. "Yeah, bitch! What you gonna do, huh? Looks like I'm just outside of this temporal framework in SIX directions and on THREE axles, don't it? No more fucking slow bro here, nuh uh! Is the scary Soul soaked magical demon statue gonna cry now?"
[[Temptation: HA! Look at the confused bastard! Wait, is it supposed to be able to do that? Make a face like this, I mean. Is it an enchanted golem like we used to be?]]
He snorted! "Nah, this is just some sort of necromantic monstrosity that has been soaked in Magic for WAY too long. Time based Magic, of course… Not that it matters. DOES it, you ugly and TACKY garden decoration!? Cause you can't slow me down NOW, can ya!?"
John knocked on the overly locked down box some more. "Yeah, I'm touching the jewel covered golden box thing again." [[Knock knock!]] "So what? You wanna fight about it? Nah, you ain't gonna do NOTHIN, you Pansy! I can do this ALL day! In fact, I just might!" [[Knock knock… Knock-knock knock!]]
[[...Tap… …Tap…]]
John Doe froze. "Excuse me for a second, I'll get back to taunting you in a moment." [[Grace, did the Magical box we've been scanning just respond to my Shave and a Haircut knock?]]
[[Grace: …I think so? There is a LOT of mystical interference there, even AFTER you managed to adapt to the time manipulation effects.]]
He stared at the massive mound of malicious undisguised E̢҉V̷̡͘I̷̧̕͘L̨͘ radiating off the bindings on that box… And hummed. "Right so…"
Walking up underneath the massive metal monstrosity, John looked up. "I was probably going to do this ANYWAY at some point because eating you as a snack sounds like a good tasty revenge plan…"
The confusion on the statue shifted into mocking condescension at the very idea of John being able to so such a thing!
His grin grew sharper. "But officially when my sister asks, between you and me? I'm going to Harvest all these things because you feel evil as fuck and anything you are attempting to lock up in that box is PROBABLY better off being released. Plus, you know, your whole time domination trick pissed me RIGHT the fuck off, so there's that."
Ignoring the stupid thing entirely, John waved a hand. "[[Pocket.]]"
The chains fell loose as the enormous metal monster vanished for Harvesting…
IMMEDIATELY John slumped down to the ground in relief. "Ahhh….SO much better! And I don't have to force my cells to survive being strained through simultaneous time travel and transversal, or keep my organs intact, or…"
The box lid cracked open. "...Hello?"
John stayed on the ground though, too lazy to move. "Yo!"
The layer of space fell into a pause before the box spoke up. "...Where am I?"
Damn, this sort-of-a-floor felt good right now. "Metaphorically, you are in a box. Literally, you are in a box. Unless, of course, you are a talking box." Which wouldn't even be in the top ten for odd things to John. "If you ARE a talking box, then you are in a very twisted spot of reality that most people and creatures use like a backpack. Literally, I mean, not metaphorically."
He held up a finger. "METAPHORICALLY, talking box creature, you would be recently freed from being sat on by a very frustrating evil statue snack… Wait, no, that is literally what happened, not metaphorically what happened… Ow, my brain."
The box seemed to consider… Some of that. "...Can I go home?"
No clue. "Maybe? Where do boxes live?" Was there a whole society of boxes with box politicians trying to keep envelopes out of their country and preaching about the dangers of box knives and… "I mean, I can take you just about anywhere, if you need a lift."
The box lid lowered slightly. "...I just want to go home. I want mommy."
Fair enough… And this box sounded awfully young right now. Best not to put too much stress on it… Besides, if anyone knows how to get [[Home]] it was John! "Well, I suppose we should get on a travelin then!"
Right, up we get! Heave… HO!
OW! "AHH! My spine!" "EEP!"
The partially opened box stared at John's unmoving form in concern… And the boy winced. "Right, uh… Let me reconnect my Body with a more useful temporal framework first, maybe heal up the broken bits from me brute forcing myself outside of Time itself, and THEN we can get you home, little boxy!"
"...Are you okay?"
John blinked at that… But didn't try to shrug,considering all the fractured bits. "I mean, are we talking metaphorically or…?"
For some reason, that seems to have exasperated the box.
She continued to noogie him! "STOP! JINXING! MY! PLANS!"
HA! "NEVER!"
Quick, escape! System! Get me out of this!
[[Reclaiming extra dimensional Pocket storage for Transfer…]]
[[Pocket.]]
The connection to Zombie heaven was let loose!
[[Transfer.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
[[Selected Node designated; System connection reestablished.]]
[[Deployment module activated.]]
[[Insertion module activated: Filter Settings detected.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
[[Detected the Insertion options.]]
[[Default Body selected.]]
[[ERROR! Technological enhancement incompatible with zone.]]
[[Adjustment: Activate alternative options for mechanical components within HOST Body.]]
[[Adjustment: Lower HOST biological Body age to optimally endure trivial zone mutations.]]
[[Biological restrictions bypassed, resume deployment.]]
[[ERROR! Temporal distortion interfering designated deployment zone!]]
[[Adjustment: Phasing HOST out of sync with zone timeline: Layer E3B1.]]
[[ERROR! Temporal distortion interfering designated deployment zone!]]
[[Adjustment: Phasing HOST out of sync with zone timeline: Layer E3B2.]]
[[Temporal restrictions bypassed, resume deployment.]]
[[Selection Confirmed. Deploying HOST.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
"Whaaaaaaaaaa…" Huh, it felt like he was standing in pudding.
"...aaaaaaaaatttt aaaaaa…" Thick pudding. Huh.
John ignored his prior attempts to speak (Still ongoing, woo), and began reviewing the most recent Transfer attempt. And the MASSIVE amount of alerts and errors.
Sheesh, just the summary was long! And that was highly abbreviated!
"...aaaaaaaaaaaaa rrrrruuuuu…"
Looks like the security modules dodged some passive senses, some aspect of reality focused on Fate… Or Destiny? A few gods who would normally have noticed John popping into their domains/realms/timelines/etc, what seemed to be a hundred random prophecies and plans that were now WAY off kilter…
"...uuuuuussssssssshhhhhhhhh!"
Thankfully his security modules didn't JUST smash all those sharp hooks that failed to catch him, it also flubbed the many alerts and warnings that avoiding that mess should have set off in the process. Sheesh, John hadn't even had a chance to DO anything yet, and already there were TONS of random plans and stuff now shattered like pottery hit with a baseball bat…
Good thing his sister had her hand hovering over the 'GET THE EFF OUT' button, metaphorically.
Because John had just blundered into a BILLION china shops all overlapping and spinning on plates, smashed them all, and was frantically trying to convince everyone that nothing happened.
…It was a bit of an energy drain, honestly.
Damn, how does a place like this even OPERATE when everything is so convoluted and fragile? Legends of heroes and demons and monsters that are supposed to arrive due to being foretold… Oops.
Curses that were to follow family lines and haunt tormented individuals… Sorry!
Spikes of good and bad luck, meant to guide people towards a multitude of roles and missions and traps… It was an accident!
Sheesh.
And now John could feel his eyes trying to blink… Damn, was this going to take a few minutes?
This was unacceptable.
What was even CAUSING this whole sticky mess!?
[[Jessica: So uh… Turns out that PART of the magical thing I wanted you to scan is trying to stop time in the area.]]
Oh really. You don't say?
So where is this 'thing' anyway? All he could see was a dark not-fabric of endless potential stretching in every direction.
[[Jessica: Yeah, about that…]]
[[Temptation: HA! You're facing the wrong way!]]
[[Grace: Yes, my Lord. The object to be scanned is located behind you and to your right.]]
Oh? Good! Then he could quickly scan whatever was causing this and SMASH it!
Eugh, at least this entire mess ALSO slowed down his need to breathe and pump blood and stuff. Otherwise this would be more on the lethal side rather than the 'Infuriating beyond all reason' scale.
Right, turn… Turn now, please…
…OH GOD DAMN IT, JOHN WAS SO SLOW! AHHHHHHHHHH!
[[Jessica: Would it be faster to just reinsert him facing the other direction?]]
[[Grace: No, he'd need to wait to be recalled and then wait again to be deployed… It would take TWICE as long as just turning would be.]]
Sooooooo… Slooooooow….
~~~Pocket System~~~
Temptation stared at the screen of her Master (Which looked more like a photograph than a video feed), and then glanced once more at the growing rage in his text messaging as he attempted to turn around.
…It was going to take hours.
Heh. "I'm going to go get some snacks. And a book, I think. Anyone need anything?"
Jessica perked up! "Ah! A book! Can I send him the text to read so he would have something else to focus on?" She glanced back at the rage and winced. "Or at least distract him a bit?"
Grace sighed. "No. There are OTHER restrictions BESIDES the time issue… John needs to FULLY focus on turning around or this will take even LONGER to fix."
Ouch. "Don't tell him that, or he might get angry enough to start breaking logic again." He seemed close enough to doing that now ANYWAY, no reason to push him over the edge. "This isn't hurting him or anything, is it?"
Her sister shook her head. "No, the stagnant temporal field prevents him from most biological urges, concerns, or issues. Right now our Lord is just very annoyed and frustrated, not in pain or actually torment."
Jessica sighed. "Then again, that might be WORSE for my brother than just stabbing him… Any sort of pain just gets ignored by him, most of the time. But being annoyed? Bored? Frustrated?" She gave them a look. "He'll need time to calm down later."
…True. "Be right back, for the snacks and reading material."
Grace hummed. "I'd like some chocolate covered espresso beans."
Her mistress lit up! "Ooh, and some chocolate covered pistachios! And a cup of coffee, if you would Temperance."
Meh, easy enough. "No problem, I'll get them."
She headed off towards the kitchen (Summoning or Crafting snacks directly in the surveillance room was banned due to Grace trying to live there 24/7 causing mistress to worry about her) and decided to snag a bag or two of those espresso beans too… Sweet treats were a bit of a weakness to the demoness, honestly.
~~~Pocket System~~~
…mother just had another bit of a dizzy spell, Zatanna. She'll need to stay here again, where she can get treated for a while and have a few scans…
Memories flickered through her slowed mind.
…but no, your father is VERY busy, but he will visit you both as soon and often as he can…
Friends of the family, unrelated but considered Aunts and Uncles… Or more like strangers to the young girl. Each one trying to comfort her with each new trip to her mother's hospital room.
…I'm sure he'd be here if he could! I've been sending all kinds of messages, he'll run right over and…
But it had always been hard for mom to contact her father. He was always 'busy with work' and 'off protecting us both' and 'so sorry that he could not come'. Again and again.
…no you tell me where the FUCK is Giovanni at a time like this!? I have to keep lying to his kid and making sure Sindella's actually taken care of, there is NOTHING more important than…
Eventually, she just treated 'daddy' as a very nice stranger. One that mom would fondly talk about, one that she would lovingly tell stories of, one that occasionally would send gifts on holidays or birthdays 'when possible'. Almost like a personal Santa, even if it got harder and harder to remember him.
…only JUST got little Zatanna to sleep, you will both keep QUIET! If you can't, go out there and FIND that magical deadbeat and DRAG him back to his family!...
But that was fine. She had mom. Even if mom was sick. Even if she seemed to smile less when the pain got worse. She said it would be alright… When she was able to talk more. To stay awake.
…but your mother is very very sick, Zatanna. The doctors will be taking care of her, and your aunts and uncles are both going to figure this out…
She was a big girl! Already twelve… And she heard things, when daddy had to work even harder as mom got sicker.
…can't lower her magical defenses like this, we can't risk any healing rituals and sacrifices always go WRONG with this family, you know that! Has Giovanni been informed yet? What is the POINT of doing all those jobs to 'pay the bills' if he aint here when...
Too many things.
…doctors can do nothing, she's getting worse, and since her magic kept anyone from finding out about the cancer until it was far too late? Well, options are limited. We still have a few others looking for the more obscure mystical options, maybe alien tech…
And today, when she heard and [[Felt]] the D̶͜A̵͢͠͠Ņ̀G͠͏͡E̶̴̡̢͞Ŕ̵̛ approaching the hospital room, coming towards her mom now during visiting hours… When she sensed her temporary caretakers being mystically dominated to ignore this place of supposed safety…
…can't leave ANY traces, NO bodies! Master requires both for leverage…
She knew there was only one thing she could do to keep mom safe.
…must be UNTOUCHED, or I will SKIN you! Our Master's ritual needs 'pure' sacrifices, he needs the spawn of one to be touched by Fate!...
Zatanna wasn't strong enough to stop them.
She couldn't move mom, not with all the medical equipment.
And the girl REFUSED to abandon her and flee.
…move in eight minutes, when the distractions are fully deployed, secure them both and ensure the bindings hold long enough to evacuate…
With limited options, with no time to call for help… She made a desperate attempt.
Mom had to be safe, she was already sick!
…I love you, mom… [[Erucsbo mom, edih mom, erongi mom, tegrof mom, leef dehsur!]]...
Everything was forced into her magic. Into a raw prayer, a hope that mom would be ignored and kept safe despite D̶͜A̵͢͠͠Ņ̀G͠͏͡E̶̴̡̢͞Ŕ̵̛ clawing at the doors.
It was too much. Zatanna wasn't strong enough.
She'd passed out.
And now… She was somewhere.
It felt burdensome. Darkness radiated suppression and restraint. The space was too large, wedged wide by Magic… If she was too hasty, it would collapse and crush her to death.
But she was okay. Because she had mom. Hopefully.
And she shouldn't cry.
Because she was a big girl. And mom needed to see her be happy when she woke up. To know that Zatanna was taking care of herself, and that mom just had to get better soon and not cry too.
But it was scary.
And dark.
And… [[Knock knock!]]
…
What?
Even the heavy magic that enclosed the Darkness felt… Confused?
[[Knock knock!]]
…No really, what?
The dangerous WAVES of corrupt Magic was still swirling in the dark, clearly agitated by… Nothing? It just felt so lost and ready to stab something that it couldn't find…
The heavy darkness shook for the third time. [[Knock knock… Knock-knock knock?]]
Hesitantly, she reached upwards to the unseen wooden lid.
~~~Pocket System~~~
John kept flicking off the unmoving (But still VERY astonished) demonic sculpture with his middle finger, as his other hand knocked against the strange bound box below it. "Yeah, bitch! What you gonna do, huh? Looks like I'm just outside of this temporal framework in SIX directions and on THREE axles, don't it? No more fucking slow bro here, nuh uh! Is the scary Soul soaked magical demon statue gonna cry now?"
[[Temptation: HA! Look at the confused bastard! Wait, is it supposed to be able to do that? Make a face like this, I mean. Is it an enchanted golem like we used to be?]]
He snorted! "Nah, this is just some sort of necromantic monstrosity that has been soaked in Magic for WAY too long. Time based Magic, of course… Not that it matters. DOES it, you ugly and TACKY garden decoration!? Cause you can't slow me down NOW, can ya!?"
John knocked on the overly locked down box some more. "Yeah, I'm touching the jewel covered golden box thing again." [[Knock knock!]] "So what? You wanna fight about it? Nah, you ain't gonna do NOTHIN, you Pansy! I can do this ALL day! In fact, I just might!" [[Knock knock… Knock-knock knock!]]
[[...Tap… …Tap…]]
John Doe froze. "Excuse me for a second, I'll get back to taunting you in a moment." [[Grace, did the Magical box we've been scanning just respond to my Shave and a Haircut knock?]]
[[Grace: …I think so? There is a LOT of mystical interference there, even AFTER you managed to adapt to the time manipulation effects.]]
He stared at the massive mound of malicious undisguised E̢҉V̷̡͘I̷̧̕͘L̨͘ radiating off the bindings on that box… And hummed. "Right so…"
Walking up underneath the massive metal monstrosity, John looked up. "I was probably going to do this ANYWAY at some point because eating you as a snack sounds like a good tasty revenge plan…"
The confusion on the statue shifted into mocking condescension at the very idea of John being able to so such a thing!
His grin grew sharper. "But officially when my sister asks, between you and me? I'm going to Harvest all these things because you feel evil as fuck and anything you are attempting to lock up in that box is PROBABLY better off being released. Plus, you know, your whole time domination trick pissed me RIGHT the fuck off, so there's that."
Ignoring the stupid thing entirely, John waved a hand. "[[Pocket.]]"
The chains fell loose as the enormous metal monster vanished for Harvesting…
IMMEDIATELY John slumped down to the ground in relief. "Ahhh….SO much better! And I don't have to force my cells to survive being strained through simultaneous time travel and transversal, or keep my organs intact, or…"
The box lid cracked open. "...Hello?"
John stayed on the ground though, too lazy to move. "Yo!"
The layer of space fell into a pause before the box spoke up. "...Where am I?"
Damn, this sort-of-a-floor felt good right now. "Metaphorically, you are in a box. Literally, you are in a box. Unless, of course, you are a talking box." Which wouldn't even be in the top ten for odd things to John. "If you ARE a talking box, then you are in a very twisted spot of reality that most people and creatures use like a backpack. Literally, I mean, not metaphorically."
He held up a finger. "METAPHORICALLY, talking box creature, you would be recently freed from being sat on by a very frustrating evil statue snack… Wait, no, that is literally what happened, not metaphorically what happened… Ow, my brain."
The box seemed to consider… Some of that. "...Can I go home?"
No clue. "Maybe? Where do boxes live?" Was there a whole society of boxes with box politicians trying to keep envelopes out of their country and preaching about the dangers of box knives and… "I mean, I can take you just about anywhere, if you need a lift."
The box lid lowered slightly. "...I just want to go home. I want mommy."
Fair enough… And this box sounded awfully young right now. Best not to put too much stress on it… Besides, if anyone knows how to get [[Home]] it was John! "Well, I suppose we should get on a travelin then!"
Right, up we get! Heave… HO!
OW! "AHH! My spine!" "EEP!"
The partially opened box stared at John's unmoving form in concern… And the boy winced. "Right, uh… Let me reconnect my Body with a more useful temporal framework first, maybe heal up the broken bits from me brute forcing myself outside of Time itself, and THEN we can get you home, little boxy!"
"...Are you okay?"
John blinked at that… But didn't try to shrug,considering all the fractured bits. "I mean, are we talking metaphorically or…?"
For some reason, that seems to have exasperated the box.
Last edited:
- Location
- United States
This is far more entertaining then it has any right to be.
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Box is Art, Box is Life.
Box is actually annoyed loli homo magi that wants mommy.
NOW.
Well, someone is about to get a surprise healthy mommy.
As a present!
Without a Box!
But probably Cake!
Because John knows Cake makes annoyed people willing to forgive him before he figures out what happened.
Box is actually annoyed loli homo magi that wants mommy.
NOW.
Well, someone is about to get a surprise healthy mommy.
As a present!
Without a Box!
But probably Cake!
Because John knows Cake makes annoyed people willing to forgive him before he figures out what happened.
Now I want to see John interact with the companion Cube just for the hell of it.
- Location
- France
So... Destiny has to be so confused right now.
Also, speaking of boxes and trapped people, is Dream of the endless still trapped, here?
Also, I almost feel bad for all the evils trying to fuck with Zatanna's family after meeting John.
Almost. Honestly, I'll probably be too busy laughing to feel bad.
Also, speaking of boxes and trapped people, is Dream of the endless still trapped, here?
Also, I almost feel bad for all the evils trying to fuck with Zatanna's family after meeting John.
Almost. Honestly, I'll probably be too busy laughing to feel bad.
Doomreaver
Fluffy Tail Enthusiast
I am hoping Giovanni has an instinctive moment of panic when he eventually learns his daughter was rescued by John.
(his mind would no doubt jump to John Constantine)
(his mind would no doubt jump to John Constantine)
My mind went to Solid Snake Zatanna. I know a cute magic girl in a box.
Zatanna's mom would likely be healed, which should be a good thing. You never know.
I can see the House of Mystery showing up and wanting John as its new master.
Zatanna's mom would likely be healed, which should be a good thing. You never know.
I can see the House of Mystery showing up and wanting John as its new master.
nmWarden
Webcomic Glutton
- Location
- Texas
Actually, this seems to be DC: Worlds Collide, a Gacha game. Our proof is that John just got a Zatanna from that loot box.
Followed by a moment of dread for the size of the butcher's bill when both mum and daughter are returned not just unharmed but fully healed.