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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
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I'm sorry, what?
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Artemis having such insight into Grayven is a fascinating dynamic. With the potential to become hilarious if she calls him out on any bullshit publically.
Actually, I forgot. Is Motherbox still acting as his consciouss? If not, Artemis could play that role.
Also also: is Grayven gonne visit New Genesis at some point?
Actually, I forgot. Is Motherbox still acting as his consciouss? If not, Artemis could play that role.
Also also: is Grayven gonne visit New Genesis at some point?
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Heh, her bond with Grayven giving her unique perceptiveness into his motives.Still, I hope she's had some luck with separating herself from his distinct character. I doubt she wants to be stuck as half of a Platonic Life-Partnership...
Oh, great, now she's a mind-reader too?
A remarkably succinct summation of Manta's goals. Nice how she can sum up in two sentences what Grayven took about an hour or so to explain to Cal.
Man, he has just ruined all other men for her, hasn't he? Not that she seems to have shown any interest in human men since she got back... Then again, her classmates are, well, teenagers. And older men won't want to take that trip.
Honestly, I think Luna would understand their bond. It's practically what she had with Celestia once. It might hurt to see Grayven involved that way, but she's no stranger to emotional pain, either...
Indeed. Whether by neglect, stupidity or maliciousness, a bad father can do a lot to mess up their children. That goes for bad mothers too, of course...
Oof, right for the Ex? Cruel, Artemis, cruel.
That's right, she's involved in the Earth Fleet security, isn't she? Good to see she's keeping to the straight and narrow...
Which is all the more amusing given the Paragon's bond to her, and her to him.
Not what she was talking about, methinks, but you are right.
As long as it isn't, I don't know, Icicle or someone, I'm sure it's fine.
And once again, we're reminded that at heart, he's still a Paul.
Nah, Luna's well aware men have wandering eyes. I don't know if the Herd mentality of one stallion, many females happens all that often in modern Equestria, but it is still a part of their history.
Indeed, the sheer amount of fanart of humanised Ponies is staggering. And even with an 'official' humanoid appearance as seen in Equestria Girls, Luna is still a popular choice for it.
The lady's love life is her business, certainly. Her 'working' life? Hopefully she's playing nice with the Batfamily...
Working security? Hopefully not in the same facilities as Jade, though, that might be pushing it.
At least you know it isn't him, Artemis. Because that is a thing in at least one YJ Alternate (Common Sense Paul, if I remember right?) Can you imagine the embarrassment of Grayven begin able to say 'I ****ed your mother.' and meaning it...
I suspect Paula still has trouble keeping in mind that her daughter is now technically several centuries her senior, even with the hair color. I can still imagine her saying "You're not so old that I can't kick your ass, honey." When they argue...
That'll take some pretending...
Well, looks like Kaldur's ready to make a decision. The question is, which way will he come down?
Ah, straight to business, eh? Yeah, it does seem a bit of a stretch there, doesn't it, Kal?
And have him executed? That would be a waste of valuable Human Resources. And no Orange Lantern would throw away something that useful so easily.
Right... People with divided loyalties, torn between their country and the suspected super-villain's private space fleet... That would work out so well...
Let me guess, it did not look like the space sequences in Moonraker (which, while lame, were kind-of-decent logical ideas of personal space combat...). More wild bouncing around and flailing limbs?
Brutally honest as usual, Grayven. But I suspect that was just what Kaldur needed to hear... If nothign else, Kaldur knows what such a pardon would involve, both the ritual and the penalties. I suspect he'll be fine with them.
Eh, it's not that hard to avoid the US for most things. He can go anywhere near the ocean, after all. And I suspect Africa is a better recruiting ground for him than America.
I don't know, if you let Manta have a strength-boosting exoskeleton with gauntlets capable of giving Kaldur a solid hit, it might be fair... And it would let Kaldur work out some stress.
Which, to be honest, is practically public knowledge, isn't it? Or will be eventually. After all, once they get the officersand senior staff trained up, the regular personnel will be next.
Really, Zatara's planning on using the Team to look into Young Arion's death?
Well, this is going to be pleasant. So much English charm.
He really is going to have them investigate. Oh, boy, this will end in fire...
No, wait, if Arion the elder is involved, it'll more likely be storms. Underwater storms. Because fucking Magic.Well, that was fortuitous timing on Zatara's part. Wonder if Grayven and Artemis will be resistant to the perception-block on young Mister Knightly's face. Either way, having his New God mojo along might help break down any spellcraft in their way... Let's see if the Team will allow him to sit in on the mission...
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I misremembered, but the eyes are clearly a reference to Mr Zoat's avatar. Anyway, there haven't been any signs that someone has gotten a tattoo like that.
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She may still be dating Tao.
And it makes sense that if you spent a lot of time around renegade that you would not want to have anything to do with the male gender.
Renegade sometimes needs a hard kick to the balls.
And by sometimes I mean most of the time.
No, I think she's just killing corrupt government people and warlords.
Especially amusing is Paul's ability to communicate, which tends to be a hit and miss.
He's still in jail.
I also think Artemis got together with Jr. in the comics.
I'm now imagining this happening in a universe where Artemis is a villain like her comic self.
Hell, Common Sense may have done this with Jade.
She did kiss him and now she may know that he's dating her mom.
Manta managed to recruit soldiers that lacked allegiance to their nations, so we know it's possible.
By beating up someone that had nothing to do with him not seeing his son.
Unless the actual recruitment criteria are different than the publicly posted ones.
He really is going to have them investigate. Oh, boy, this will end in fire...
To be fair, the Team is largely composed of New Gods, and if Artemis goes, then they'll have a centuries old New God on their Team.
Since when has renegade ever asked someone of their opinion if they're okay with him interfering in their lives?
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This verb form is "envelop", unless you mean something other than what I'm imagining.
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I think in the Renegade timeline Talia is dead, so as far as amusing guesses for who Paula is dating . . . Bruce Wayne.
Bruce gets to satisfy his fetish for fit Asian women who are also trained assassins and her desire to be a hero means he doesn't have to deal with any of the baggage that comes from romancing one of your enemies.
They can beat up criminals then follow it up with freaky costumed sex. Everybody wins.
Bruce gets to satisfy his fetish for fit Asian women who are also trained assassins and her desire to be a hero means he doesn't have to deal with any of the baggage that comes from romancing one of your enemies.
They can beat up criminals then follow it up with freaky costumed sex. Everybody wins.
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I think she's just in jail.
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Ngl, kitten one is cute asf.
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The Renegade is fully conscious on his own. He also has a conscience, though it often gets moderated by practicality.
Yes, but not anytime soon.
Thank you, corrected.
Stallions going their own way.
Last time she was seen, Grayven told Batman that if she didn't go to prison and stay there that he'd kill her. As far as I remember the outcome hasn't been stated in story.
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Going where own way?
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Ownway. It's in Finland.
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Ah, of course. I hear good things about Finland, so it's understandable that they'd want to go there.
Your objection would be more understandable if less of the story as a whole was OL just dicking around.
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...do we know that Artemis and Grayven aren't in a relationship? New God relationships are much less based on physicality than human ones, and even if the two of them don't think they're dating, the type of close, co-dependent bond they have could easily be considered romantic on some level, even if they don't realize it because of the lack of hand-holding.
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Thank you.
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We know they ARE in a relationship. It's just not necessarily a romantic relationship.
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Up to 40:06 in the reread/catchup. Heh, I remember this bit, OL getting thirsty... And showing up late to Hades' welcoming committee.
pet peeve again: eternal torment was a Christian invention, the Jews just had a purgatory (and oblivion for, like, the worst)
No sleep, only reading. Should be up to date in a week or two
pet peeve again: eternal torment was a Christian invention, the Jews just had a purgatory (and oblivion for, like, the worst)
No sleep, only reading. Should be up to date in a week or two
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Two Jews: three opinions. Whether or not there is a hell in Judaism is a matter of debate, though I've never heard a Jewish person state that it would be eternal, just proportional to the amount of sin.
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Eh, Maybe not exactly. I'm pretty sure that Tantalus and Sisyphus at least were doomed to eternal torment in Tartarus, though that might be a later Christianized take on the myths.
The Other Half (part 6)
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12th July 2012
07:12 GMT -8
I find myself pulling a face as I dock with the aesthetian and feel the slight pull as it connects with my ingestion hole. Perhaps I will be accustomed to it in time. Or perhaps I am too accustomed to my physical freedom to ever really get accustomed to something like this. Still, it is progress, and it is more… Respectful, than being thrown into a bucket of partially digested fish heads. Relaxing my face, I reach out with my mind for the neural interface made with the new types of synthetic flesh which are compatible with Un-Men…
**[Connect]**
At once the next texture and flavour of the air change as neural mechanisms which the-. That Anton Arcane considered superfluous to my design, connect to my brain. My innate capacity for the chemical analysis of air is usually limited to 'breathable', 'contains blood' and 'not breathable', but with a little help…
My brain can learn to do things that it was not designed to do.
With the connection in place the aesthetian… Since this is the final version I need to think of a name for it. It would not do to appear to be treating an Un-Man as an object after all, even if this is no more intelligent than a chipmunk. 'Bud' as in 'taste bud'? No, no, that makes it sound like a flower. Gus Tatory? Satisfactory, but I will check with Niko before I make it official. When you are a grotesque, your humour is grotesque. It does not always play well to others.
I tested it with crackers while I was experimenting with the design, but Grayven suggested I try toast for the first 'proper' meal. And suggested that the taste might kill me and then laughed about it. Niko suggested chocolate, but despite the safety mechanisms it might be better to be cautious. While not being so afraid of my own creation that I simply go along with Grayven's joke.
Gus's tentacles reach out and coat the first slice of toast in a very thin layer of butter, then cut it in half. The first half is delivered into the 'taste' receptacle directly, while the second is held up to my own mouth. It is a-.
I shudder as the feedback from Gus's taste nerves begins to reach me, unfamiliar.. feelings… I have known lipids since my first moment, but I feel that I have never known them at all until this moment. Butter! All of the animal instincts I have never had are delighted to be putting away fat for winter! The toast itself is a more complex sensation, but… Let us try texture!
I command the tentacle to bring the mouth half closer and bite. I have only basic sensation inside of my mouth, but I do have teeth and I do get pressure feedback to a surprisingly generous degree. I suspect that is because Arcane wanted me to know when I bit something rather than any sort of consideration for me, but between that and the taste… I will check with a computerized axial tomography scan later, but I think I am effectively receiving the sensation of eating toast as an unmodified man would.
Splendid!
Of course, the downside since I don't actually have an oesophagus…
I open my mouth a little wider, wadding as much of the chewed bread material into the front of my mouth as I can. A tentacle reaches down and scoops it up to deposit in the taste receptacle, where a moment later it gives a sudden jolt as the masticated food decays faster than the solid piece and gives the taste buds a more intense rush of chemicals.
My word.
There's a quiet knock on the door.
"Cranius? Are you..? Ah, decent?"
"Niko! Eh." I have the tentacle holding the toast to my mouth swiftly redirect it to the taste receptacle. Much as she is willing to embrace the strangeness that is a part of our nature I think that her stomach would still be turned by my chewing. "I am as decent as I am likely to get!"
She pushes her way into my workshop, computer tablet in hand. I am still not entirely comfortable with machines that can pretend to think, but I can appreciate the utility. She looks closely at Gus as she walks closer, then raises her eyebrows.
"How is it?"
"I have nozhing wizh which I could compare it. It is intense and it is novel, which is the most I could hope for. I… Zhink zhat tomorrow I will experiment with zhings ozher zhan toast."
"Chocolate?"
"Eh-h. I zhink baby steps for now."
Of course, I still have to actually ingest. It feels like the digestion process is ready, so I trigger the egestion system, and… I feel the same as usual. Perhaps a little tidier due to the fact that I now have a dedicated mechanism for fulfilling the purpose.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes?"
"You looked a little… Constipated, there."
"My dear, I don't have a bowel. Or a gut."
But I make an effort to control my expression. I don't want to make her uncomfortable.
"I guess that's a novel experience for you too, then."
I close my pseudo sphincter and disconnect, rising up on my fingertips.
"Let us not go crazy."
I disconnect my mind from Gus, who folds up back into 'sleep' mode to minimise energy wastage until I need to eat again. Perhaps some fruit? I used the brain of a monkey as my guide when I designed his brain, so that should work well. Next, I call Otto over and have him pick me up and set me down between his shoulders.
"Who is on zhe slab today?"
"A seven year old boy named Klahan Saelim. He has terminal leukaemia."
Oh? Oh. A publicity job, then. Otto sighs for me as-.
"His parents have signed off on you giving him… Slightly visible improvements."
Ah… That's a little better. No, wait.
"Like tiger-stripe hair, or somezhing useful or significant?"
She taps her tablet. "They.. haven't specified. So there aren't any restrictions. Just remember-."
"Yes, yes. Nothing to scare zhe person doing zhe post-procedure interviews. I'm zhinking… Squid eyes, obviously, wizh the expanded visual range."
"Ah, if he can't navigate-."
"Yah yah, slightly expanded. I'm not going to make him see gamma radiation."
I learned that lesson after the third time. I thought it was pretty!
Niko looks like she doesn't completely believe me.
"Okay, I don't think there'll be any problem with getting them to accept perfect eyesight. Do you want to throw anything else in there?"
Yes. I want to give him dragon wings and scale-covered skin capable of resisting low calibre bullets and the ability to spit napalm. Don't 7 year old boys like dragons?
Ah, the dreams of a better tomorrow. I honestly had believed that the American military would be more enthusiastic about modifications that have combat applications, but it seems that if they do not allow the soldier to tear through sheet metal they have nearly as many reservations as the FDA.
The Department of Energy doesn't have that problem. Their agents are daring each other to be the first to get the electric eel discharge system.
"I zhink… I will see where the muse takes me. Wizhin bounds."
"Okay. After that, Crassus wants to talk to you about his synthetic skin project."
"He is still working well wizh zhe laboratory staff?"
"Ah… Yes, no recent report of any problems."
I smile.
"And after that-. Oh. We've got a booking for an emergency consultation. They… Haven't explained the nature of the problem, but they've only asked for two hours."
Ah, such is life. They will have paid well for the privilege, and perhaps they have dreams of something original?
A disembodied head can dream, can't he?
"Okay. Let us go and see zhe young man."
07:12 GMT -8
I find myself pulling a face as I dock with the aesthetian and feel the slight pull as it connects with my ingestion hole. Perhaps I will be accustomed to it in time. Or perhaps I am too accustomed to my physical freedom to ever really get accustomed to something like this. Still, it is progress, and it is more… Respectful, than being thrown into a bucket of partially digested fish heads. Relaxing my face, I reach out with my mind for the neural interface made with the new types of synthetic flesh which are compatible with Un-Men…
**[Connect]**
At once the next texture and flavour of the air change as neural mechanisms which the-. That Anton Arcane considered superfluous to my design, connect to my brain. My innate capacity for the chemical analysis of air is usually limited to 'breathable', 'contains blood' and 'not breathable', but with a little help…
My brain can learn to do things that it was not designed to do.
With the connection in place the aesthetian… Since this is the final version I need to think of a name for it. It would not do to appear to be treating an Un-Man as an object after all, even if this is no more intelligent than a chipmunk. 'Bud' as in 'taste bud'? No, no, that makes it sound like a flower. Gus Tatory? Satisfactory, but I will check with Niko before I make it official. When you are a grotesque, your humour is grotesque. It does not always play well to others.
I tested it with crackers while I was experimenting with the design, but Grayven suggested I try toast for the first 'proper' meal. And suggested that the taste might kill me and then laughed about it. Niko suggested chocolate, but despite the safety mechanisms it might be better to be cautious. While not being so afraid of my own creation that I simply go along with Grayven's joke.
Gus's tentacles reach out and coat the first slice of toast in a very thin layer of butter, then cut it in half. The first half is delivered into the 'taste' receptacle directly, while the second is held up to my own mouth. It is a-.
I shudder as the feedback from Gus's taste nerves begins to reach me, unfamiliar.. feelings… I have known lipids since my first moment, but I feel that I have never known them at all until this moment. Butter! All of the animal instincts I have never had are delighted to be putting away fat for winter! The toast itself is a more complex sensation, but… Let us try texture!
I command the tentacle to bring the mouth half closer and bite. I have only basic sensation inside of my mouth, but I do have teeth and I do get pressure feedback to a surprisingly generous degree. I suspect that is because Arcane wanted me to know when I bit something rather than any sort of consideration for me, but between that and the taste… I will check with a computerized axial tomography scan later, but I think I am effectively receiving the sensation of eating toast as an unmodified man would.
Splendid!
Of course, the downside since I don't actually have an oesophagus…
I open my mouth a little wider, wadding as much of the chewed bread material into the front of my mouth as I can. A tentacle reaches down and scoops it up to deposit in the taste receptacle, where a moment later it gives a sudden jolt as the masticated food decays faster than the solid piece and gives the taste buds a more intense rush of chemicals.
My word.
There's a quiet knock on the door.
"Cranius? Are you..? Ah, decent?"
"Niko! Eh." I have the tentacle holding the toast to my mouth swiftly redirect it to the taste receptacle. Much as she is willing to embrace the strangeness that is a part of our nature I think that her stomach would still be turned by my chewing. "I am as decent as I am likely to get!"
She pushes her way into my workshop, computer tablet in hand. I am still not entirely comfortable with machines that can pretend to think, but I can appreciate the utility. She looks closely at Gus as she walks closer, then raises her eyebrows.
"How is it?"
"I have nozhing wizh which I could compare it. It is intense and it is novel, which is the most I could hope for. I… Zhink zhat tomorrow I will experiment with zhings ozher zhan toast."
"Chocolate?"
"Eh-h. I zhink baby steps for now."
Of course, I still have to actually ingest. It feels like the digestion process is ready, so I trigger the egestion system, and… I feel the same as usual. Perhaps a little tidier due to the fact that I now have a dedicated mechanism for fulfilling the purpose.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes?"
"You looked a little… Constipated, there."
"My dear, I don't have a bowel. Or a gut."
But I make an effort to control my expression. I don't want to make her uncomfortable.
"I guess that's a novel experience for you too, then."
I close my pseudo sphincter and disconnect, rising up on my fingertips.
"Let us not go crazy."
I disconnect my mind from Gus, who folds up back into 'sleep' mode to minimise energy wastage until I need to eat again. Perhaps some fruit? I used the brain of a monkey as my guide when I designed his brain, so that should work well. Next, I call Otto over and have him pick me up and set me down between his shoulders.
"Who is on zhe slab today?"
"A seven year old boy named Klahan Saelim. He has terminal leukaemia."
Oh? Oh. A publicity job, then. Otto sighs for me as-.
"His parents have signed off on you giving him… Slightly visible improvements."
Ah… That's a little better. No, wait.
"Like tiger-stripe hair, or somezhing useful or significant?"
She taps her tablet. "They.. haven't specified. So there aren't any restrictions. Just remember-."
"Yes, yes. Nothing to scare zhe person doing zhe post-procedure interviews. I'm zhinking… Squid eyes, obviously, wizh the expanded visual range."
"Ah, if he can't navigate-."
"Yah yah, slightly expanded. I'm not going to make him see gamma radiation."
I learned that lesson after the third time. I thought it was pretty!
Niko looks like she doesn't completely believe me.
"Okay, I don't think there'll be any problem with getting them to accept perfect eyesight. Do you want to throw anything else in there?"
Yes. I want to give him dragon wings and scale-covered skin capable of resisting low calibre bullets and the ability to spit napalm. Don't 7 year old boys like dragons?
Ah, the dreams of a better tomorrow. I honestly had believed that the American military would be more enthusiastic about modifications that have combat applications, but it seems that if they do not allow the soldier to tear through sheet metal they have nearly as many reservations as the FDA.
The Department of Energy doesn't have that problem. Their agents are daring each other to be the first to get the electric eel discharge system.
"I zhink… I will see where the muse takes me. Wizhin bounds."
"Okay. After that, Crassus wants to talk to you about his synthetic skin project."
"He is still working well wizh zhe laboratory staff?"
"Ah… Yes, no recent report of any problems."
I smile.
"And after that-. Oh. We've got a booking for an emergency consultation. They… Haven't explained the nature of the problem, but they've only asked for two hours."
Ah, such is life. They will have paid well for the privilege, and perhaps they have dreams of something original?
A disembodied head can dream, can't he?
"Okay. Let us go and see zhe young man."
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Another look into members of the Light, and a very interesting perspective it is. The Good Doctor is having some self improvement time. I guess with a bit of Grayven rubbing off on him, that there might be more of an urge to expand himself, and not just his people as the Muse wills.
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'that I try'
Ahh, renegade, he's such an asshole.
At least he's an equal opportunity asshole, to friends, enemies and random people.
'known'
Of course you did.
I think that's true for most of the people who will read this.
'a scale' or 'shins'
Yes, but the parents may not like it if the kid burns down their house.
That is not reassuring, since I doubt your bounds are all that many.
Maybe remove 'with or 'wizh'
In a comic universe?
Yes, I think he can.
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Not in the Story Only thread, no.
Thank you, corrected.
He was laughing because it's a Discworld reference, though naturally Cranius has never heard of it.
Thank you, corrected.
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know -> known
feels -> feel (or maybe this is just how his internal monologue talks)
How does he know it's a young man? The earlier text only mentioned "they".
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Niko mentioned that it was a kid.