Frank Iannetta
Getting out there.
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This is another example about how alien Paragon's thought processes have become. He used to enjoy cooking and eating, and now he only eats to keep in practice. Interesting.
Technically, he enjoys the act of cooking. It's just that now he does it for others instead of himself primarily.This is another example about how alien Paragon's thought processes have become. He used to enjoy cooking and eating, and now he only eats to keep in practice. Interesting.
He said he was house sitting, so he probably just had a bunch of free time.
Or he's finally gone mad from writing the same story for around half a decade.
I'm posting in the evenings at the moment because I'm at my parent's house and don't have time to post in the morning.Ooh, was just wondering. Usually when something doesn't get posted it's because something big, bad or both happened. Zoat's a million times more consistent than I am lmao
I'm posting in the evenings at the moment because I'm at my parent's house and don't have time to post in the morning.
Grill? Not at all. I appreciate your concern for my well-being.Ah, I don't mean to grill you or anything. I was just curious.![]()
Subsuming psychological stress into raw physical effort? A logical enough way for him to work it out, I guess. Not the healthiest method, but good for keeping in shape...27th August 2012
08:49 GMT
"Back with us, Lantern Xor?"
He nods, slowly lowering the 'ultra strength' training loads back into the 'neutral' position. This portion of the gymnasium doesn't appear to see much use, but the heavy metal cowling protecting machinery that allows it to test even beings of his strength is in full working order.
That sounds rather more rude than I think you intended, OL. But I expect he takes your meaning. Hard to make someone powered by want do something they don't want to."Yes. I apologise for leaving."
"Orange Lantern Corps. If you've got something better to do, go and do it."
The only time you need to worry about control, Xor, is when you're channelling immense amounts of Avarice. No-0one blames you for needing a moment.He turns away from the machine, shaking his head.
"That is not sufficient. I should have controlled myself better."
Because knowing yourself lets you push harder and faster. That's hardly a bad thing. Not everybody is ready for that kind of self-reflection, though..."That's green." I shrug. "We're dealing with strong emotions and deeply personal issues. And we're not on a time limit here. If you need a few hours to think about things, that's fine."
"This was your intent. That I would come to know myself better."
To be fair, I'm not surprised that Xor would think of relaxing as exercising and sparring. I suspect it was common amongst the Warhound teams."That's been something I've wanted from the start. But I'm also trying to learn what these sorts of emotional stress do for Orange Lanterns. If people need a little while to decompress after a study session, I can alternate between teaching two groups."
"Should we see if I have become stronger?"
After all, learning to manipulate those desires is half the point of this trip. Whether lessening distractions or improving focus."I'm not expecting that learning how to you're your ring off has made you stronger."
"No, but understanding my desires better should. Shouldn't it?"
Another reason for the trip. This isn't just about making these three stronger, after all. It's about developing a process to train others."I honestly don't know. I noticed an increase in power when I achieved enlightenment, but I didn't check part way through to see if there was an improvement."
"So it would be useful knowledge."
You really think they'll be trading punches or waving shock-sticks around? Compare them, friend. Does it look like OL can throw down with Xor?"I suppose." I look around and spot the monk in charge. "Could we please use a sparring arena? Probably one of the big ones."
"I'm sorry Illustres, but we don't have a sparring arena that can reliably withstand the level of force that Lantern Xor can generate."
And that's without crumbler gauntlet constructs, too. The measure of a Lantern is the mind, not the flesh.I shake my head. "Of course you don't. The arena is there to prevent accidental collateral damage. If we were actually intending to go all-out we'd head into space. And for any Lantern, their physical strength is the least of your concerns."
That's true even for someone like Lantern Xor, who can punch construct barriers down with his fists.
Besides, if they break something, they can fix it easily enough."Besides, there are plenty of ways to assess a Lantern's strength that don't involve wrecking things."
"As you say, Illustres." She nods. "This way, please."
I'm guessing they do get some alien visitors with above-average strength, then, if the place is this toughened...Xor and I follow her as she leads the way out of the gymnasium, past a couple conventional rings-. Ah, Lantern Dul is testing herself sans ring against two locals, attempting to maintain an appropriately orange frame of mind. Her opponents aren't so restricted and she's taking a.. bit of a beating. I suppose that's the challenge.
She briefly pauses in front of a fortified double door, then entered a code which causes it to clank open. Another press deactivates a force field.
I'm betting Warhound training rooms are very solidly reinforced, and have multiple layers of kinetic barriers? Since having two fighters, each weighing more than a metric ton, throw each other around might be a little hard on the flooring. And the walls. And anyone unlucky enough to get in their way..."You are right." Xor nods. "This is not adequate for a Warhound."
I smile at the monk.
Very sensible. Not that there's much risk of things exploding. As OL said, if that were likely, they'd have headed off-planet."Do you want to watch? You might find it educational."
"Yes. That's a requirement." She nods. "From the control room, with the secondary force field."
"Alright."
Sounds sufficient for most species in the galaxy at large. Not everyone's as powerful as a Kryptonian, after all.Xor ducks slightly to get under the lintel, heading into the arena. Ah, I see they have fortified doors at both ends. I wonder what this was designed for? The monk follows him part way, then opens a side door and heads upwards towards the control booth. Then I fly after Xor, emerging into the… Pretty barebones, arena. The walls are covered an armoured material made of a combination of carbon nanotubes and ceramics. Were they focusing on heat resistance? I mean, it's still tough, but it wouldn't have been my choice for a super strength brawling arena. It's ten metres across and five high, so it wouldn't really be possible to use flight-based evasion here.
Heh. The joy of beings with above-average levels of physical resilience.Xor turns to face me, looking up at the control booth as the monk takes her place and closes the fortified doors.
"What was this place built for?"
"Last time we had neophytes in Lantern Xor's weight class, they used this to perform our standard training exercises."
Sounds shocking."With the.. shock poles?"
"We had some difficulty making the discharge strong enough. They had to replace them after each strike."
Even force-fields can be overpowered. Better to have both physical and energised protections, than rely solely on one or the other..."Alright. Set it up."
Force field shimmer into being around the walls, designed to absorb energy rather than block shots completely. It's probably a better design for a place like this.
I see he's getting used to doing that. Bet it still feels strange, though..."You may begin."
Xor and I walk to the middle of the arena. I remove my ring and lay it on the ground. Xor starts to do the same thing, then stops himself and closes his eyes. A moment later his ring falls off, landing next to mine.
Of course, Enlightenment self-corrects for that in most cases anyway. Still worth training for."Do you practice pushing your desires away, Illustres?"
"No, but there wasn't much time between me learning that I could do that and me attaining enlightenment. There aren't that many uses for it in itself. Perhaps it a Lantern realised that they were having control difficulties?"
Like, say, the abbot's unusual psychological makeup? Not suspicious at all?"Or avoiding empathic detection."
I shake my head as we walk away from each other.
"I'm afraid not. I'd still see the desires… I suppose it would allow them to dodge my empathic manipulation abilities."
Feels like some manner of duel. But with the weapons placed in neutral ground between the fighters, so they have to battle just to gain them...I turn… Yes, that's far enough. I sit down on the hard floor, and he does the same.
I raise my left hand.
"Ready?"
This is going to be interesting...He closes his eyes, taking a few moments to centre himself. Then he opens them again.
"Yes."
And OL's resting state is ludicrously strong, thanks to Enlightenment. Good to see some Lanterns understanding that it's not about the horsepower at full throttle, but the idle.He raises his left hand and our rings rise into the air until they're half a metre off the ground exactly half way between us. Ever since I took Lantern Zartok's ring from his finger this has become a fairly standard 'test of strength' between Orange Lanterns. Initially, they tend to use it purely as a test of raw power, but now? Now a few understand that it's not about that. It's not about the power you can draw at the peak, it's about resting power. About the unity of one's desires.
So, the Orange Light equivalent of the simple shoulder lock-up grapplers tend to partake in at the start of a match.I understand exactly why the rings should fly towards me, and the ring's systems react to that. My ring is already drifting my way, its systems finding my desires to be a perfect match for me. Xor's ring isn't immediately convinced-.
Ah, there we go. I feel it as Xor begins to apply himself. His ring begins floating towards him while mine slows.
I respond my increasing my focus, the rightness of my fingers bearing rings. Xor's ring stops again. We've done this exercise many times before and we're… Just taking the strain at the moment. I'm interested to see if he actually has become stronger.
I'm not expecting that learning how to you're your ring off has made you stronger."
The walls are covered in an armoured material...
Force fields shimmer into being around the walls...
Perhaps if a Lantern realised that they were having control difficulties?Perhaps it a Lantern realised that they were having control difficulties?
I respond by increasing my focus,...
She briefly pauses in front of a fortified double door, then entered a code which
To be fair, I'm not surprised that Xor would think of relaxing as exercising and sparring. I suspect it was common amongst the Warhound
You really think they'll be trading punches or waving shock-sticks around? Compare them, friend. Does it look like OL can throw down with Xor?
Like, say, the abbot's unusual psychological makeup? Not suspicious at all?
I'm a little confused how does calling their rings toward them show improved skill when he and every other Orange Lantern has already gained if not mastered this ability?
Found an old error. Since this should be Paul talking, the quotation should be in Orange.
"We are here in this heavily fortified, forcefield protected arena. The die is cast, only one victor may emerge, you may now begin...with FLOATING RINGS BACK AND FORTH!"
That sounds rather more rude than I think you intended, OL. But I expect he takes your meaning. Hard to make someone powered by want do something they don't want to.
Thank you, corrected.Some corrections within this spoiler:
"I'm not expecting that learning how to turn your ring off has made you stronger."
The walls are covered in an armoured material...
Force fields shimmer into being around the walls...
Perhaps if a Lantern realised that they were having control difficulties?
I respond by increasing my focus,...
Thank you, corrected.
No, I think that's Mother of Mercy.Found an old error. Since this should be Paul talking, the quotation should be in Orange.
I think you're right. I'll change it.maybe change 'she' to 'the monk' or some equivalent. as it stands, the pronoun is a bit ambiguous, especially after just talking about Dul.
I'm a little confused how does calling their rings toward them show improved skill when he and every other Orange Lantern has already gained if not mastered this ability?
This is vague enough that i can't be sure if you are talking about drugs or not.Regular psychology bores me. But for some reason spiritual/magical psychology never ceases to be captivating.
And of course, without an imminent threat the N.E.M.O. alliance might break up."
After all, there's no point in simply crushing him. Such a victory would rarely encourage improvement in all but the oddest of people. If you're crushed so easily after trying your hardest, then what point is there in trying to improve?27th August 2012
09:01 GMT
The air between us glows orange as Xor's ring wobbles back and forth. He lost control of my ring fairly early but we kept going since his own is still in play. I'm confident that I could take it, but he's been getting continuously stronger as we've been going.
Heh. Distraction to weaken his focus, casual poking to test his ability to maintain it, or genuine nudges to see if he can push through whatever wall he seems to be struggling with? Why can't it be all three?An evolution, or a genuine breakthrough? How much was that sense of obligation holding him back before?
"How is the new government coming along?"
In anyone else, I suspect there'd be a hint of revenge in there. But for Xor, there's no honour in punishing those who just followed their orders. Those who showed genuine sadistic tendencies would probably not have lasted long, either noticed by allies or struck down by one of their prospects in a fit of rage."As well as could be expected."
"Felt like putting the boot in with the old officer corps? The people who approved the creation of the Warhounds might still be around somewhere."
How very Spartan of them. Then again, they likely suffer from overpopulation, don't they? If you aren't going to be useful to society, then why keep you around?There isn't even a wobble.
"If the Warhounds did not exist then I would have been strangled in my crib or starved to death on the side of the road. I can understand people trying to do something good but being restrained by their job."
More a convenience than a compassionate act. I'm sure some told themselves giving the orphans a chance to be useful was a good thing, but people are always capable of self-delusion when it's necessary."So you think that they created Warhounds because that was the only way they had to save orphans?"
"Even if they placed us in state orphanages to draft us into the regular army, the expenditure would not have been justified. Conscripting or enlisting free citizens is cheaper. The only unique facility we children had is that we could adapt to war bodies more easily. So that was the justification."
I can't imagine any culture that would choose execution, if the culprit was given the choice. I'm sure one with a known chance of reincarnation while retaining memories might, but I can't imagine how such a society would function."And your trainers?"
"Followed the orders that were necessary to keep us alive. If the first generation had been failures, the program would have been cancelled. They did not chose the conditions to determine if the project had been a failure or not. If I am given a choice between a beating and a summary execution, I will choose the beating."
Hard to focus on want when you're not sure of what it is you do want... At least he remained centered enough to make it a minor flutter."And the politicians who decided that orphanages were an unnecessary expense?"
The wobble isn't from his anger or hatred. If that had been the problem then his ring would have shot into my hand. Rather, he appears to not have fully resolved his own desires on the subject. But the wobble only lasts a moment.
Surprisingly reasonable of him. Are the other Warhounds following his lead in this, or do others have their own preferences, though? What if the tribunals don't rule how he'd prefer them to? Will he accept it, or..."Why must justice and retribution be at odds?"
"No reason at all, depending on the system. How do you feel about retroactive law? Because I doubt that you could prosecute them under existing law."
"An agreement on the tribunals will be part of the peace settlement which ends the civil war. Government officials who believe that they will be only lightly punished have already either killed those who want to fight on or placed them in 'detainment' so that they can assuage our bloodlust. They will agree to what we ask."
Hopefully with less rubbing the Guardian's noses in it. OL might get away with it as Agent Orange, but you are not so significant... Though I'm sure Xor is experienced at dealing with haughty 'superiors'..."And who is 'we'?"
"Me. Lantern Canar has given advice, but I have followed your lead where dealing with Green Lanterns in places where they have clearly failed is concerned."
Really, OL? Bit of a low blow there. This is a contest of Wants, after all. To further the arm-wrestling comparison: That was like yelling "What's that?!' and shoving your opponent's arm while they glance sideways."And Onigar?"
The ring jerks a metre in my direction before Xor regains focus.
On the other hand, seeing if he can hold focus is worthwhile. Still cheap, OL."Are we expanding our focus?"
Which is the closest he'll get to accusing me of cheating. It was a little sneaky, switching from avarice skill to empathic disruption. But…
Bit of an unfair advantage you have there, OL. Maybe if or when he achieves Enlightenment, you can try that again.
And we'll be looking forwards to that day. But for now, OL, leave off."In theory, it should be possible for anyone to use different colours at one time. Your constructs are powered by your avarice; other colours only weaken them in as much as they distract your focus from that."
"I shall wait to experiment with that."
Heh. On that, we're all agreed.
So you think he's holding back as not to offend you? Hell, of course you do, you can see it.Lantern Xor desires most strongly to conform to his own ideas of honour. Part of that is repaying his obligations; on one level he doesn't want to keep me-
Xor trembles.
-from getting this ring.
Well, you're not acting like it, Xor. You're sandbagging, aren't you?It starts floating my way.
"Xor, I want you to get better. You're not doing me a service by letting me win."
"I am not letting you win."
To be fair, the gratitude is many-fold. Freeing him from imprisonment on Earth. Giving him service in the Corps. Letting him work to free his people from oppression. Any one of those would be a life-long debt to someone as honourable as him."Xalitan. I'm proud of your achievements, and once the war with the Reach is over it will be your example that I use to train new generations of Orange Lantern Corps Sector Lanterns what their job is. But the obligation, the.. gratitude you feel towards me, you need to refocus it."
"You want me to beat you."
To be fair, losing would give you a reason to continue improving. At this point, you don't really have a great push to develop your skills beyond curiosity, given that the Reach hold few surprises anymore. A friendly rivalry with a student? That's a worthwhile, and safe, impetus."I want you to get stronger. I don't mind losing the occasional test to make that happen, though I'll.. be annoyed with myself if it keeps happening. As you want to build an honest and honourable society, I want to build an Orange Lantern Corps that is a force for good. You're part of that. Your excellence is my excellence."
And some still call it a weapon... Goes to show you how smart the average Green lantern is, much less the rest of the galaxy.I point to the ring.
"And that's your tool. You'd be a good man one way or the other, but you wouldn't as effective as you are without it."
Good, he's stopped playing around, eh?He nods solemnly.
"On a related note-"
I smile as the ring begins drifting back in his direction.
Maybe as a palate cleanser or a cooldown."-have you had any trouble with the Dominion?"
"None. Will they be next, after the Reach?"
When have politicians ever not been short-sighted after wartime ends?"Probably not. Not if they keep going the way they are. Rebuilding after this war is going to take a lot of effort, and honestly Apokolips is more dangerous. And of course, without an imminent threat the N.E.M.O. alliance might break up."
"That would be foolish."
Oh, Xor... He just got done telling you he doesn't want you to follow blindly like that..."Sure, you and I know that, but we've got privileged access to information. Most stellar nations will see that the regional threat is gone and that they have good relations with their neighbours and disarm. They certainly won't want another war right away, if at all."
"I.. see. I will stand with you in whatever wars follow."
Still not close to Enlightened, of course. Every moment of love or rage he feels would shake that web, or tear holes in it..."Thank you, Lantern Xor. I appreciate the faith you show in me."
Hm. I take a deeper look at Lantern Xor's desire network. It's still not as unified as mine, but there aren't any major irregularities. He's done well to bring his desires and ideals into alignment. But this is still slow going.
You haven't got all day, after all. Things to do, people to assist."Come on Lantern Xor, don't keep me waiting. This ring is the instrument by which you realise your desires. Take it."
"Very well."
Oh, he was sandbagging, though not as much as I thought he might have been. That little... Clever, boy, very clever.He catches it in his left hand as it rockets towards him, his environmental shield reappearing. I cease my attempts to pull it and nod respectfully.
"Well done. Now let's go and find Lantern Dul. We need to work on her defences."
Still, there's always a chance of failure... It's all a matter of finding the right levers to set the ball rolling.