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I could be wrong, but the way I remember it, they're the versions they were when he saw them alive, which he has to do in order to add to his library of animals he can shift into. So if you Jurassic Park 1 yourself a genetic error that leaves the feathers off your dinosaur, and that's the one Beast Boy sees, that's the thread of the Red he collects and follows back to the Red to call on later.
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"Gar-Zilla"
She's a grey skinned goth with a red diamond on her forehead.
Like, obviously she's attractive - I'm not blind - but she's not conventionally attractive.
More importantly, she's a teenager who spends a lot of time with Actual No Shit Legitimately 10/10 Bombshell Beauty Starfire. It would be more surprising if she didn't have self image issues.
Chapter 347, TT
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Despite having access to the new information, Superman did not immediately do anything with it. He'd only read about half of what the Teen Titans had available and he knew that Batman would edit and censor whatever information he felt critical to keep quiet.
Actually getting into the meat of the observation records was pushed back a few days. Clark Kent had a job, had people he needed to talk to and responsibilities he needed to attend. And, despite being the Man of Steel? Mental fatigue and stress could and did distract him.
Clark thought he had a bead on Alchemist. Maybe not the full story or anything like it but the man's actions had been telling.
Alchemist had been donating clothes, and a lot of them, to the countless different charities and used goods stores throughout the country. He was potentially still doing so, even, though nobody matching his description had been caught near any of the donation bins. Still, they were full to bursting with brand new clothes that didn't match anything currently in the stores.
Second? Alchemist had acted with immediate hostility upon discovering Zoom. Which wasn't how most heroes operated. Keyword there being 'most'. Wonder Woman, for example, had openly applauded Alchemist's swift actions in chasing the speedster off.
Third? The report about the other world and the Juggernaut creature was filled with damning condemnations. And Clark fully understood where Robin was coming from in his harsh criticisms about Alchemist and his morality in regards to the 'goblin' creatures. But, and Clark hated the feeling of the phrase, Robin needed to look at the bigger picture.
Dozens of people had been trapped and tortured in the dark. And there hadn't been any quick, easy answers in their extraction. With the conditions attached to their release?
Even Superman felt himself stymied.
Using the information from the various reports, along with the paraphrased explanations the Titans had included from Alchemist himself, he just couldn't see any way that he could have saved the people fused to the creature.
Beating the person fused to the heart, this 'Cort', would have killed the Juggernaut. And killed the people connected to it. Outright removing them via force would have been lethal. And Clark wasn't willing to place good odds on just convincing 'Cort' to release his victims.
If the man were amenable to such an option to begin with? He wouldn't have taken the actions he did to begin with.
The 'Natural' option would have been to leave the mess to the people that were basically chosen by fate to fix it. But Alchemist had admitted within earshot of the kids that he couldn't live with himself if he expected a trio of teenagers, regardless of how talented or powerful they were, to shoulder the burden of saving the world.
But there was one report from Raven. Her writing was short, brief and to the point. Detailing a short exchange between her and Alchemist where he'd discussed being forced into another such 'quest' as the one he'd taken the teens on. One that spoke of horrific creatures from beyond the stars, creatures whose reach was both subtle and unimaginably immense.
Creatures that Alchemist claimed to have defeated. But at the cost of more than one-thousand lives. A cost that the man openly hated, that he quite likely hated himself for having paid.
And one that he would do again, if he had no other options available to him.
Of course. That was assuming that anything that the man had said was true.
Now, Clark wasn't going to accuse Alchemist of being a liar. But he simply didn't know the man in any capacity to guess at how true his statements were or how prone the magician was to hyperbole.
That seemed to be the big issue around the man, really. They didn't know enough.
They didn't know enough about the man's power. They didn't know much about his character. They didn't know anything outside of the reports from the Teen Titans about his family, all of whom were apparently powerful in their own rights.
Quite frankly? Reading through the mess?
Clark just felt confused and depressed.
But that was fine. Those were perfectly normal and perfectly acceptable feelings. And it was good preparation for dealing with someone else that was confusing and depressing.
Batman.
-----
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Yuffie shouted repeatedly at the people in front of her. A wide smile was practically painted across her face as the sounds of fists hitting flesh echoed in the air.
In front of her, Tiffany and Robin were in the process of, well, beating the absolute shit out of each other.
Alright. It was a little more complicated than that-
Tiffany's fist slammed into Robin's face, smashing the boy's nose inwards in an explosion of blood.
...Alright. It really wasn't more complicated than that.
There was a brief pause in the fight as Robin held up one hand, calling for a short time-out as he held his bleeding nose with his other hand.
"Let me see it," Tiffany demanded. Robin eventually pulled his hand away from his bloody face after a few moments, revealing the gooey, scarlet mess, and Yuffie winced in shared discomfort.
Tiffany did not, however. Instead, the girl snapped her fingers and her green glove, the Ra-Seru Terra, glowed with an inner light. A circle of light appeared on the ground in front of Robin and a strange, floating entity appeared from within, assembled in bits and pieces. Within the floating bits of metal were five staring eyes, all of which swiftly began to glow with great, healing power...
And Robin's face reassembled, his nose forcing itself back out straight.
"You good?" Tiffany asked.
Rather than verbally respond, Robin dashed in with a vicious right hook and the spar resumed!
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Yuffie shouted in glee.
She couldn't wait until it was her turn to join the spar!
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Sitting on a pier south of Jump City, Foxy kicked their little legs back and forth.
They'd been coming out to the small, abandoned fishing spot for the last few days alongside Jinx. The girl hadn't initially wanted them to come along, she'd been needing some time ta herself, but ol' Foxy could be convincing when they wanted ta be.
The plush doll's little cotton tongue darted out between its plastic teeth, a look of supreme concentration along their vulpine features as they reeled the line of their shrunken fishing rod in.
They didn't know what all was goin' on in the girl's head. Just that Jinx had been comin' out to the abandoned fishing spot in the desert south of Jump City every evenin' for the last few days. The Creator, Alchemist, he'd been the one ta suggest Foxy join the bonny lass. Keep the girl company.
Fat lot o' good it was doin', though. Jinx ain't volunteered nothin, the girl would just silently cast her line out into the water. Over and over again, sometimes with some deep, soulful sighin' to go along with it.
She didn't even have any bait on her hook!
Clearly, the whole 'wait an' see' approach wasn't workin' out.
"So," Foxy said as Jinx despondently tossed out her hook, still sans bait, and sighed dramatically. "What be eating at ya, lassy?"
"...Nothin'," the girl lied. And Foxy knew she lied. Nobody, but nobody, spent days on end just starin' out over the water iffen there weren't nothin' goin' on in their heads.
Except fishermen. Those old seadogs spent their whole lives out on the open waters. They was livin' the dream, they was.
Eventually, however, Jinx sighed again and said "It's my dad."
Foxy hummed and dipped their little fishing rod a bit as they listened.
"I thought he tried to kill me because I was, y'know, not normal," she explained. "I heard him saying he couldn't wait for the 'little witch' to die. That it'd 'make everything right with her gone'. The words are burned into my memories almost as strong as the smell of the smoke from his burning down the house with mom and me in it."
Jinx cranked the reel on her rod, drawing her line back in.
It, as expected, had no fish on its bare hook.
Pulling back, Jinx swung her rod and cast her line back out.
"Now I know that he tried to kill me for money," the girl plainly stated. "It puts things into perspective, I guess. Just... not a good one."
Foxy hummed in quiet thought. They didn't understand everything, not really, but Foxy didn't think they really needed to.
They knew what a mother was. And a father, too. And Foxy supposed that Jinx's father trying to kill her would be about as confusing and scary as if Alchemist were trying to kill Foxy or one of the other members of the Plush Party.
"So, what'cha gonna do about it, lass?" Foxy asked as they began to reel in their own line.
"Don't know," she admitted. "The man that did it in this reality, orphaned this Jinx? I think she deserves to deal with this one. As for mine?" Jinx's eyes narrowed, her mouth set into a thin line. "I'm gonna kill him."
"Good on ya," Foxy told her. "Need some help ta bury the body?"
"Alchemist already offered."
"Need some more help ta bury the body?" Foxy offered, a vulpine grin across their face. "Three shovels is better an' two."
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Alchemist, of course, did not actually know what his charges were up to. He had no idea that Tiffany and Yuffie had started an impromptu fight club with Robin. Nor was he quite aware that Jinx was struggling to come to terms with what she'd discovered.
He was not some omniscient panopticon, watching and judging their every move. Nor did he have any desire to be some such figure.
He'd make himself available if they needed help, of course. But he wouldn't force his way into their lives and expect them to be grateful for doing things for them.
In that direction lay the overbearing helicopter parent. The kind of pest that ensured children either never grew into adulthood or else saw to those kids becoming secretive and resentful, the kind that would drop off the face of the Earth the second they had the means to do so.
With that said, however?
He did need to find something to occupy his time with, what with the kids all going off to school soon. And for that, he'd had an idea.
One that saw him finding his way to an empty lot on the opposite end of the industrial district of Jump City, the purple bunny Bonnie riding along with him.
"You know?" the man quietly said to the rabbit as they passed through the deserted streets lined by warehouses and factories that had gone defunct. "Out of all of you? The only class I was really familiar with was Freddy's. I've been putting in a lot of work to learn about the classes the rest of you picked out."
"Did we do bad?" Bonnie asked. The little Arcanist was riding along in the hood of a loose, green jacket that Alchemist had chosen to wear for the day. "Did I do bad? Should I pick a better class?!"
"You're fine, Bonnie," Alchemist told the manic rabbit. "I just needed to learn the little tricks and quirks of how you all do what you do."
Some of which, he'd at least had an idea about before.
Goldy had picked the Knifemaster class, which was a subclass of the Rogue that didn't actually change very much. It swapped around its sneak attack dice, getting a bonus to damage for using... knives. At the cost of a deficit to using literally anything else.
Chica had selected the Chirurgeon subclass of the Alchemist class. Which focused exclusively on making healing potions. And, being a construct, Chica couldn't benefit from some of the normal class features like Mutagens.
Foxy had picked the Swashbuckler class. Which was some ungodly combination of Fighter and Bard with none of the benefits of either. But the doll really, really liked the theme and Alchemist wasn't going to try and change their mind.
Freddy, thankfully, had picked the bog-standard Bard. That also meant that Freddy would probably be the Face of the party as they picked spells and feats that should amplify their ability to talk to and convince people.
And then there was Bonnie, who'd picked the Arcanist class. Which was a full Arcane caster that also got a side-selection of tricks or exploits that would sometimes be modified by her Charisma score. Reviewing the class during some of his downtime, Alchemist had determined that she was a more resource-intensive Wizard that could have more direct combat utility if she were built correctly.
The Arcanist had two pools, functionally. Their spell pool, which used leveled spell slots. Normally, that would max out at four spells per spell level per day by the time an Arcanist reached level twenty, though Bonnie would benefit from twice that amount due to her Xth Metal Heart. Then there was the pool of her Arcane Reservoir, which would be three points plus half of her Arcanist level and could be used for a variety of different but potentially very useful things.
"I've been reading up on your class features," Alchemist explained as they passed out of town and towards the empty lots and condemned warehouses. "And I wanted to talk to you about your plans, then maybe offer you a small trade."
"A trade?" Bonnie asked, curiosity in her voice. "What could I have that you could need? Tell me! I'll give you anything! Anything!"
"Calm down," Alchemist said with a small chuckle. "I'll get to that in a bit; I wanted to ask about your plans as an Arcanist, first."
"I'm... gonna learn spells?" Bonnie half-asked. "All of the spells! Be the best, like you!"
Alchemist chuckled again, though he kept his immediate thoughts to himself.
"Well, something you might consider?" Alchemist suggested as he looked over a barren lot, over cracked pavement and dry grass struggling to poke through. "Your class offers you a pair of very versatile exploits. 'Consume Magic Items' allows you to 'eat' the magic inside of scrolls, potions, wands or staves and use it to refill your Arcane Reservoir. If you work with Chica to make a stockpile of potions, you'd be able to expand your Arcane Reservoir significantly."
"...Huh," Bonnie hummed into Alchemist's ear. The man had to suppress a shudder as she did so.
He'd made the Plush Party, and that fact helped immensely. But that didn't change the fact that, quite frankly, some part of him was downright unnerved by them all. But he wasn't about to let his phobia of stuffed animals stop him.
"The other Exploit that you should consider picking up is called 'Metamixing'," Alchemist explained as he raised one hand and snapped his fingers...
Casting Wish and hiding the ruined lot from prying eyes.
"Metamixing?" Bonnie asked, repeating the word she'd just heard.
"As an Arcanist, you normally have to prepare your spells in advance, right?" Alchemist asked as he opened his inventory and began to root around in it.
"Uh-huh," Bonnie confirmed. "Gotta sit down and read my book. Memorize my spells for the day."
"The 'Quick Study' Exploit may be a good choice, Bonnie. At least, when you know more spells. It'll let you swap out a spell that you've prepared for one that you didn't." Though, it would cost one point from the Arcane Reservoir, so it wouldn't be free. "But back to Metamixing; That Exploit would let you spontaneously add a known Metamagic to a spell without you needing to memorize the modified spell or slow down to cast it carefully."
"...But I don't know any Metamagic," Bonnie quietly explained, her voice soft and sullen as though she'd just admitted to some great failing.
"You don't know any Metamagic yet," Alchemist corrected her as he reached up and pulled her free of his hood. "And that's where our trade will come in; I'll teach you the Maximize Metamagic, which I know you won't be able to use for a bit, but in exchange I want you to teach me your Spell Sniper Feat."
"...Why not spend your own Feat point on it?" Bonnie asked, her long, purple ears flopping to the side as she tilted her head in confusion while he held her at arms length.
"Maybe I'd like to learn it the hard way," Alchemist countered as he crouched down and set Bonnie on the ground. "And, this way, you can learn Maximize without having to spend your own Feat point on it."
"Mmm..." Bonnie hummed, indecision clear on her tiny face. "If you want... But, Creator, I don't know how to teach it with the other spells. I'll have to teach you with Eldritch Blast."
"That's alright," the man said as a half-smile crept over his face and he re-opened his menus to search for something. "I'm certainly not going to complain about learning another spell, Bonnie." Not having much luck in finding what he was looking for, Alchemist instead opened the Game Shop and typed in what he wanted, then made his purchase. "In fact?" he said as he extracted a rod from the screen in front of him, then snapped his fingers and shrunk it down so it'd fit in Bonnie's tiny hands. "How about a little advance on your payment, hmm?"
Bonnie took the rod, made of dark wood with some kind of silvery material spiraling along its length, and looked up to Alchemist with stars in her eyes.
"...What is it?" the rabbit doll asked as she clutched the object to her chest.
"It's a Lesser Metamagic Rod of Reach," Alchemist explained to her. "It will let you apply the Reach Metamagic effect to three spells, per day, up to third-level spells. Including your Eldritch Blasts."
Which, given the choices that Bonnie had already made with her Eldritch Blast spells, would be kind of ridiculous.
She'd picked the Eldritch Spear invocation with one Feat, setting the base range of that spell to three-hundred feet. Then she'd selected Spell Sniper as her other Feat, doubling the range of her spells. Which meant that her Eldritch Blasts could fly as far as six-hundred feet.
With the Reach Metamagic applied, it would double again. Twelve-hundred feet, or three-hundred and sixty-five meters.
Usually just an edge-case used by edge-lords in Dungeons and Dragons. Most encounters, hell, most maps didn't have that kind of range!
But, outside of game limitations? That kind of range would let Bonnie snipe at something from two whole city blocks away!
"Okay!" Bonnie said, her feet tip-tapping away underneath of her. "Let's get started! Let's get started right now!"
"Alright," Alchemist agreed as he stood back up fully. "Let's."
Learning a Feat, manually, wouldn't exactly be fast. Alchemist knew that. And Bonnie would soon learn that.
But he was going to be in the Teen Titans reality for a few more months, at the very least. And this, at least, would be a productive use of his time.
(And it would hopefully make Bonnie tired of fawning over him...)
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Despite having access to the new information, Superman did not immediately do anything with it. He'd only read about half of what the Teen Titans had available and he knew that Batman would edit and censor whatever information he felt critical to keep quiet.
Actually getting into the meat of the observation records was pushed back a few days. Clark Kent had a job, had people he needed to talk to and responsibilities he needed to attend. And, despite being the Man of Steel? Mental fatigue and stress could and did distract him.
Clark thought he had a bead on Alchemist. Maybe not the full story or anything like it but the man's actions had been telling.
Alchemist had been donating clothes, and a lot of them, to the countless different charities and used goods stores throughout the country. He was potentially still doing so, even, though nobody matching his description had been caught near any of the donation bins. Still, they were full to bursting with brand new clothes that didn't match anything currently in the stores.
Second? Alchemist had acted with immediate hostility upon discovering Zoom. Which wasn't how most heroes operated. Keyword there being 'most'. Wonder Woman, for example, had openly applauded Alchemist's swift actions in chasing the speedster off.
Third? The report about the other world and the Juggernaut creature was filled with damning condemnations. And Clark fully understood where Robin was coming from in his harsh criticisms about Alchemist and his morality in regards to the 'goblin' creatures. But, and Clark hated the feeling of the phrase, Robin needed to look at the bigger picture.
Dozens of people had been trapped and tortured in the dark. And there hadn't been any quick, easy answers in their extraction. With the conditions attached to their release?
Even Superman felt himself stymied.
Using the information from the various reports, along with the paraphrased explanations the Titans had included from Alchemist himself, he just couldn't see any way that he could have saved the people fused to the creature.
Beating the person fused to the heart, this 'Cort', would have killed the Juggernaut. And killed the people connected to it. Outright removing them via force would have been lethal. And Clark wasn't willing to place good odds on just convincing 'Cort' to release his victims.
If the man were amenable to such an option to begin with? He wouldn't have taken the actions he did to begin with.
The 'Natural' option would have been to leave the mess to the people that were basically chosen by fate to fix it. But Alchemist had admitted within earshot of the kids that he couldn't live with himself if he expected a trio of teenagers, regardless of how talented or powerful they were, to shoulder the burden of saving the world.
But there was one report from Raven. Her writing was short, brief and to the point. Detailing a short exchange between her and Alchemist where he'd discussed being forced into another such 'quest' as the one he'd taken the teens on. One that spoke of horrific creatures from beyond the stars, creatures whose reach was both subtle and unimaginably immense.
Creatures that Alchemist claimed to have defeated. But at the cost of more than one-thousand lives. A cost that the man openly hated, that he quite likely hated himself for having paid.
And one that he would do again, if he had no other options available to him.
Of course. That was assuming that anything that the man had said was true.
Now, Clark wasn't going to accuse Alchemist of being a liar. But he simply didn't know the man in any capacity to guess at how true his statements were or how prone the magician was to hyperbole.
That seemed to be the big issue around the man, really. They didn't know enough.
They didn't know enough about the man's power. They didn't know much about his character. They didn't know anything outside of the reports from the Teen Titans about his family, all of whom were apparently powerful in their own rights.
Quite frankly? Reading through the mess?
Clark just felt confused and depressed.
But that was fine. Those were perfectly normal and perfectly acceptable feelings. And it was good preparation for dealing with someone else that was confusing and depressing.
Batman.
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"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Yuffie shouted repeatedly at the people in front of her. A wide smile was practically painted across her face as the sounds of fists hitting flesh echoed in the air.
In front of her, Tiffany and Robin were in the process of, well, beating the absolute shit out of each other.
Alright. It was a little more complicated than that-
Tiffany's fist slammed into Robin's face, smashing the boy's nose inwards in an explosion of blood.
...Alright. It really wasn't more complicated than that.
There was a brief pause in the fight as Robin held up one hand, calling for a short time-out as he held his bleeding nose with his other hand.
"Let me see it," Tiffany demanded. Robin eventually pulled his hand away from his bloody face after a few moments, revealing the gooey, scarlet mess, and Yuffie winced in shared discomfort.
Tiffany did not, however. Instead, the girl snapped her fingers and her green glove, the Ra-Seru Terra, glowed with an inner light. A circle of light appeared on the ground in front of Robin and a strange, floating entity appeared from within, assembled in bits and pieces. Within the floating bits of metal were five staring eyes, all of which swiftly began to glow with great, healing power...
And Robin's face reassembled, his nose forcing itself back out straight.
"You good?" Tiffany asked.
Rather than verbally respond, Robin dashed in with a vicious right hook and the spar resumed!
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Yuffie shouted in glee.
She couldn't wait until it was her turn to join the spar!
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Sitting on a pier south of Jump City, Foxy kicked their little legs back and forth.
They'd been coming out to the small, abandoned fishing spot for the last few days alongside Jinx. The girl hadn't initially wanted them to come along, she'd been needing some time ta herself, but ol' Foxy could be convincing when they wanted ta be.
The plush doll's little cotton tongue darted out between its plastic teeth, a look of supreme concentration along their vulpine features as they reeled the line of their shrunken fishing rod in.
They didn't know what all was goin' on in the girl's head. Just that Jinx had been comin' out to the abandoned fishing spot in the desert south of Jump City every evenin' for the last few days. The Creator, Alchemist, he'd been the one ta suggest Foxy join the bonny lass. Keep the girl company.
Fat lot o' good it was doin', though. Jinx ain't volunteered nothin, the girl would just silently cast her line out into the water. Over and over again, sometimes with some deep, soulful sighin' to go along with it.
She didn't even have any bait on her hook!
Clearly, the whole 'wait an' see' approach wasn't workin' out.
"So," Foxy said as Jinx despondently tossed out her hook, still sans bait, and sighed dramatically. "What be eating at ya, lassy?"
"...Nothin'," the girl lied. And Foxy knew she lied. Nobody, but nobody, spent days on end just starin' out over the water iffen there weren't nothin' goin' on in their heads.
Except fishermen. Those old seadogs spent their whole lives out on the open waters. They was livin' the dream, they was.
Eventually, however, Jinx sighed again and said "It's my dad."
Foxy hummed and dipped their little fishing rod a bit as they listened.
"I thought he tried to kill me because I was, y'know, not normal," she explained. "I heard him saying he couldn't wait for the 'little witch' to die. That it'd 'make everything right with her gone'. The words are burned into my memories almost as strong as the smell of the smoke from his burning down the house with mom and me in it."
Jinx cranked the reel on her rod, drawing her line back in.
It, as expected, had no fish on its bare hook.
Pulling back, Jinx swung her rod and cast her line back out.
"Now I know that he tried to kill me for money," the girl plainly stated. "It puts things into perspective, I guess. Just... not a good one."
Foxy hummed in quiet thought. They didn't understand everything, not really, but Foxy didn't think they really needed to.
They knew what a mother was. And a father, too. And Foxy supposed that Jinx's father trying to kill her would be about as confusing and scary as if Alchemist were trying to kill Foxy or one of the other members of the Plush Party.
"So, what'cha gonna do about it, lass?" Foxy asked as they began to reel in their own line.
"Don't know," she admitted. "The man that did it in this reality, orphaned this Jinx? I think she deserves to deal with this one. As for mine?" Jinx's eyes narrowed, her mouth set into a thin line. "I'm gonna kill him."
"Good on ya," Foxy told her. "Need some help ta bury the body?"
"Alchemist already offered."
"Need some more help ta bury the body?" Foxy offered, a vulpine grin across their face. "Three shovels is better an' two."
-----
Alchemist, of course, did not actually know what his charges were up to. He had no idea that Tiffany and Yuffie had started an impromptu fight club with Robin. Nor was he quite aware that Jinx was struggling to come to terms with what she'd discovered.
He was not some omniscient panopticon, watching and judging their every move. Nor did he have any desire to be some such figure.
He'd make himself available if they needed help, of course. But he wouldn't force his way into their lives and expect them to be grateful for doing things for them.
In that direction lay the overbearing helicopter parent. The kind of pest that ensured children either never grew into adulthood or else saw to those kids becoming secretive and resentful, the kind that would drop off the face of the Earth the second they had the means to do so.
With that said, however?
He did need to find something to occupy his time with, what with the kids all going off to school soon. And for that, he'd had an idea.
One that saw him finding his way to an empty lot on the opposite end of the industrial district of Jump City, the purple bunny Bonnie riding along with him.
"You know?" the man quietly said to the rabbit as they passed through the deserted streets lined by warehouses and factories that had gone defunct. "Out of all of you? The only class I was really familiar with was Freddy's. I've been putting in a lot of work to learn about the classes the rest of you picked out."
"Did we do bad?" Bonnie asked. The little Arcanist was riding along in the hood of a loose, green jacket that Alchemist had chosen to wear for the day. "Did I do bad? Should I pick a better class?!"
"You're fine, Bonnie," Alchemist told the manic rabbit. "I just needed to learn the little tricks and quirks of how you all do what you do."
Some of which, he'd at least had an idea about before.
Goldy had picked the Knifemaster class, which was a subclass of the Rogue that didn't actually change very much. It swapped around its sneak attack dice, getting a bonus to damage for using... knives. At the cost of a deficit to using literally anything else.
Chica had selected the Chirurgeon subclass of the Alchemist class. Which focused exclusively on making healing potions. And, being a construct, Chica couldn't benefit from some of the normal class features like Mutagens.
Foxy had picked the Swashbuckler class. Which was some ungodly combination of Fighter and Bard with none of the benefits of either. But the doll really, really liked the theme and Alchemist wasn't going to try and change their mind.
Freddy, thankfully, had picked the bog-standard Bard. That also meant that Freddy would probably be the Face of the party as they picked spells and feats that should amplify their ability to talk to and convince people.
And then there was Bonnie, who'd picked the Arcanist class. Which was a full Arcane caster that also got a side-selection of tricks or exploits that would sometimes be modified by her Charisma score. Reviewing the class during some of his downtime, Alchemist had determined that she was a more resource-intensive Wizard that could have more direct combat utility if she were built correctly.
The Arcanist had two pools, functionally. Their spell pool, which used leveled spell slots. Normally, that would max out at four spells per spell level per day by the time an Arcanist reached level twenty, though Bonnie would benefit from twice that amount due to her Xth Metal Heart. Then there was the pool of her Arcane Reservoir, which would be three points plus half of her Arcanist level and could be used for a variety of different but potentially very useful things.
"I've been reading up on your class features," Alchemist explained as they passed out of town and towards the empty lots and condemned warehouses. "And I wanted to talk to you about your plans, then maybe offer you a small trade."
"A trade?" Bonnie asked, curiosity in her voice. "What could I have that you could need? Tell me! I'll give you anything! Anything!"
"Calm down," Alchemist said with a small chuckle. "I'll get to that in a bit; I wanted to ask about your plans as an Arcanist, first."
"I'm... gonna learn spells?" Bonnie half-asked. "All of the spells! Be the best, like you!"
Alchemist chuckled again, though he kept his immediate thoughts to himself.
"Well, something you might consider?" Alchemist suggested as he looked over a barren lot, over cracked pavement and dry grass struggling to poke through. "Your class offers you a pair of very versatile exploits. 'Consume Magic Items' allows you to 'eat' the magic inside of scrolls, potions, wands or staves and use it to refill your Arcane Reservoir. If you work with Chica to make a stockpile of potions, you'd be able to expand your Arcane Reservoir significantly."
"...Huh," Bonnie hummed into Alchemist's ear. The man had to suppress a shudder as she did so.
He'd made the Plush Party, and that fact helped immensely. But that didn't change the fact that, quite frankly, some part of him was downright unnerved by them all. But he wasn't about to let his phobia of stuffed animals stop him.
"The other Exploit that you should consider picking up is called 'Metamixing'," Alchemist explained as he raised one hand and snapped his fingers...
Casting Wish and hiding the ruined lot from prying eyes.
"Metamixing?" Bonnie asked, repeating the word she'd just heard.
"As an Arcanist, you normally have to prepare your spells in advance, right?" Alchemist asked as he opened his inventory and began to root around in it.
"Uh-huh," Bonnie confirmed. "Gotta sit down and read my book. Memorize my spells for the day."
"The 'Quick Study' Exploit may be a good choice, Bonnie. At least, when you know more spells. It'll let you swap out a spell that you've prepared for one that you didn't." Though, it would cost one point from the Arcane Reservoir, so it wouldn't be free. "But back to Metamixing; That Exploit would let you spontaneously add a known Metamagic to a spell without you needing to memorize the modified spell or slow down to cast it carefully."
"...But I don't know any Metamagic," Bonnie quietly explained, her voice soft and sullen as though she'd just admitted to some great failing.
"You don't know any Metamagic yet," Alchemist corrected her as he reached up and pulled her free of his hood. "And that's where our trade will come in; I'll teach you the Maximize Metamagic, which I know you won't be able to use for a bit, but in exchange I want you to teach me your Spell Sniper Feat."
"...Why not spend your own Feat point on it?" Bonnie asked, her long, purple ears flopping to the side as she tilted her head in confusion while he held her at arms length.
"Maybe I'd like to learn it the hard way," Alchemist countered as he crouched down and set Bonnie on the ground. "And, this way, you can learn Maximize without having to spend your own Feat point on it."
"Mmm..." Bonnie hummed, indecision clear on her tiny face. "If you want... But, Creator, I don't know how to teach it with the other spells. I'll have to teach you with Eldritch Blast."
"That's alright," the man said as a half-smile crept over his face and he re-opened his menus to search for something. "I'm certainly not going to complain about learning another spell, Bonnie." Not having much luck in finding what he was looking for, Alchemist instead opened the Game Shop and typed in what he wanted, then made his purchase. "In fact?" he said as he extracted a rod from the screen in front of him, then snapped his fingers and shrunk it down so it'd fit in Bonnie's tiny hands. "How about a little advance on your payment, hmm?"
Bonnie took the rod, made of dark wood with some kind of silvery material spiraling along its length, and looked up to Alchemist with stars in her eyes.
"...What is it?" the rabbit doll asked as she clutched the object to her chest.
"It's a Lesser Metamagic Rod of Reach," Alchemist explained to her. "It will let you apply the Reach Metamagic effect to three spells, per day, up to third-level spells. Including your Eldritch Blasts."
Which, given the choices that Bonnie had already made with her Eldritch Blast spells, would be kind of ridiculous.
She'd picked the Eldritch Spear invocation with one Feat, setting the base range of that spell to three-hundred feet. Then she'd selected Spell Sniper as her other Feat, doubling the range of her spells. Which meant that her Eldritch Blasts could fly as far as six-hundred feet.
With the Reach Metamagic applied, it would double again. Twelve-hundred feet, or three-hundred and sixty-five meters.
Usually just an edge-case used by edge-lords in Dungeons and Dragons. Most encounters, hell, most maps didn't have that kind of range!
But, outside of game limitations? That kind of range would let Bonnie snipe at something from two whole city blocks away!
"Okay!" Bonnie said, her feet tip-tapping away underneath of her. "Let's get started! Let's get started right now!"
"Alright," Alchemist agreed as he stood back up fully. "Let's."
Learning a Feat, manually, wouldn't exactly be fast. Alchemist knew that. And Bonnie would soon learn that.
But he was going to be in the Teen Titans reality for a few more months, at the very least. And this, at least, would be a productive use of his time.
(And it would hopefully make Bonnie tired of fawning over him...)
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I like Superman's view on things compared to Robin. He sounds more experienced. Despite being the so called big blue boy scout and quintessential paragon, he is an experienced superhero who has seen his fair share of shit and seems to know that sometimes you just don't always get a perfectly ideal situation. That youthful righteous anger is more tempered compared to Robin.
SiegfriedisOP
Calamity Demon King of Time
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Odysseus was a complicated man going through a tough time, okay
*Watches bonnie get more obsessed*
Lopezelpesado
Space worm best worm.
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- Something
Is this from the Worm adventure? I honestly dont know. He has been through a bunch of em.
Its was sad to me how much Cauldron was pushed to be the antagonists there when his situation is very similar to theirs.
A normal guy forced to face a something so much grander than himself... Except he has better advantages atleast.
It really made Eidolons suicide at the end even more bitter.
Most interactions of any kind with the guy end like this.
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Maybe. The entities fit the desription. I think Alchemist did something to the shards afterwards which inadvertently killed a few hosts if I'm remembering right.
It is.
The Big Bad was a creature that gave people superpowers, and when Alchemist took advantage of a momentary weakness to vanquish it all of those powers failed at once. People who were flying suddenly couldn't, Inhuman mutants could no longer sustain themselves, and people not on Earth became stranded or died instantly, among other things. The alternative was interdimensional genocide, though, so...
Thozmp
Gets my kicks above the waistline, Sunshine.
I'm mostly curious on why Spoon? I think they all absorbed/copied all the seru, so why go for the highest one, rather then Vera?
Unlike attack Seru, healing Seru are a pain in the butt to level up due to how they accrue experience. They gain 1 exp if summoned and used to heal a character while hitting the HP cap. If you fall short of the cap, they get something like 3 exp if I recall correctly.
Vera would be the easiest to max out due to it being the weakest and actually having a significantly lower experience cap than Orb or Spoon.
But Spoon, aside from being the strongest normal healing Seru, is also an AoE. Meaning that it has significantly higher healing potential per instance and that gulf can only grow as the spell gains potency. But for it to do so, it needs to be used.
Basically? It's not as efficient MP-wise in this instance but it does help in the long term by helping the spell get stronger through use.
If Tiffany just wanted to fix Robin's face with minimal effort or MP, she has the Recover ability. But that can only target one individual at a time. Using Spoon for one target is a waste of MP but its group healing might come in handy later.
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Heaven help poor Alchemist if/when Bonnie finds out reaching Level 100 means she can reincarnate into a human.
Cue song "When We're Human" from Disney's "the Princess and the Frog."
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sogAXl-PLtM
Thozmp
Gets my kicks above the waistline, Sunshine.
So, leveling Spoon before she needs to pull it out in an emergency? Understandable. I was mostly wondering why she was using an AoE/Group heal on a single target rather then MP efficiency.
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As stated before many times, Player One has only played a few and I mean a very few first person shooter games she by know means knows how to optimize or even balance her spreadsheet so her using a overpowered healing on a minor injury is just her being her.
Someone commented this for another JL fanfic. Superman isnt a paragon of justice just by action, but by acting like he does regardless of his experience.
Like how good is Clarks memory retention ability? And how much does he remember from being in flash time, like when his mind is accelerated to process high speed? How much shit must he have seen and menorized through his years? All the gore and tragedies, yet he still holds on to his ideals
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Why do I feel Al gonna be having a school next... Wonder if Al will do something to Hive Academy when it get busted?
Gamer is a fantastically powerful and useful ability set.....
If you mainline RPG's, and have that kind of thinking.
Poor Tiff however got handed a gamer powerset after playing what amounts to Doom, then rolled a straight fighter with it.
She's not really got the experience to take advantage of it like Alec, or most of this forum would. And she doesn't seem to have the mindset either. Every time Alec drops relatively minor twists on her she reacts like its not just new totally unexpected.
Someone told her this thing heals, so she'll use it to heal. Thinking beyond that to ideal use cases, synergies, and mixmaxing it just isn't in her skill set.
Really, she's the ideal test case for the Seru 'tutorial' system. It needs to teach her how to use the Gamer system, and she's not even genre savvy about the concept from exposure to video games.
Thozmp
Gets my kicks above the waistline, Sunshine.
I'd like to point out, that in order to summon the seru she needs to have a Ra-Seru, which she does: Terra. Said Ra-seru can at least offer advice to the person she is attached to, like using a single target healer rather then an AoE one.
But as @Mister Ficser said, it was more about leveling Spoon, then efficient MP use.
It's like someone designed the most obnoxious leveling system possible for that, ugh.
In a game anyway, in real life you can cheese it and just go visit a hospital. Spam it out with hundreds of targets, without needing to sit there and get slightly beat up so you have a target in need of healing.
It beats trying to level evasion in Final Fantasy II
"You want to get better at not getting hit? Well, let's give you a tiny little bit of experience to not getting hit... when you don't get hit!"
I swear, that was probably referenced in Bravely Default 2 with the Shieldmaster class having the bass-ackward mindset of dual-wielding tower shields...
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Seeking Balance
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Maybe drop the first 'to begin with'.
Dark Souls-ass moveset of 'what if i was just a bulldozer man'