Mr Zoat
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That's not really the same thing.Uhhh... Paul? You've made dozens of Orange Power Rings. You do that every time you assimilate someone into a construct Lantern.
That's not really the same thing.Uhhh... Paul? You've made dozens of Orange Power Rings. You do that every time you assimilate someone into a construct Lantern.
How so?
The guardians have what, 7,200 regular lanterns and a handful of Honor guards or better?About three and a half hours. I take it that was quick for him. Not doubt a Maltusian could do it a bit faster, but their detail work is probably a little weaker. The joy of hand-crafting single pieces versus more mass-produced copies...
This is the first Malvolio is hearing of the Ophidian isn't it?"For how long have you wielded a ring?"
"A little over two years."
"I required decades of instruction afore I could do so much."
"Bonding with the Ophidian gave me perspective that most mortals lack. So for the rest of you, here's what I did."
How did those fights against Green Lanterns go? Complete stomp?"Three centuries they imprisoned me. Three centuries I railed against their arrogance in believing that they knew best. Then I gained my freedom, and saw the havoc my absence had wrought. Their fault in keeping me from my subjects. But though it galls be to admit-"
He clenches his hand into a fist, suffocating the flames.
"-it, mine as well. It is a poor teacher who cripples his students' minds that he may never be surpassed. So I have resolved thusly: I have just grievances against the Guardians, but they are no mortal insult. I will not regard Green Lanterns I encounter as my enemies, saving that they act against me. Neither shall I seek any retribution against their masters. But I will stretch forth my hand, and they may take that as they will."
"That's surprisingly reasonable. Would you object to a senior Green Lantern approaching you directly, to discuss things in detail?"
"None. Though it may be best if they are skilled in the arts of diplomacy. Thus far I have met three Corpsmen and fought all three."
"I'll bear that in mind. So what progress have you made on forging rings?"
There are Qwardians with the required knowledge. They take cash, but I think that someone might have already bought them."
"Who would consort with such a people?"
"Thaal Sinestro. Have you heard of him?"
Individual citizens had a degree of personal liberty I consider reasonable. Last time Sinestro ruled a planet, his people didn't get that."
"I've already got one big war to contend with. I could alienate friends and allies by just talking to him
Dox did, but I've made a point of not asking him what they talked about."
For what reason?"
"Plausible deniability. It sounds a lot more convincing if I can say 'I haven't had any conversations with Sinestro' than 'I've spoken to Sinestro but we didn't talk about that specific thing'."
They do tend to be a stubborn lot, these green Lanterns."None. Though it may be best if they are skilled in the arts of diplomacy. Thus far I have met three Corpsmen and fought all three."
How did those fights against Green Lanterns go? Complete stomp?
Thank you, corrected.
Ah, she's having trouble with something even OL still feels a measure of challenge with. Not surprising. And I bet it's frustrating her to no end. Dul strikes me as the sort of person who takes failure badly. Still, if she can learn to focus past that anger...10th September 2012
17:18 GMT
"Raagh!"
Lantern Dul snarls as her latest effort collapses in a flash of thwarted desire.
Which probably involves a distinctly predatory glare, complete with pupil shift. The sort of expression that makes you feel like a field mouse in the sight of a hawk..."Lantern Dul, I-."
Her body language goes through 'you have my full attention' and all the way to 'I'm about to swoop on you'.
He's got a lot to learn about the wilfulness of Orange Lanterns... Alas, the power of desire doesn't play nice with absolute self-control..."-set you this task as a training exercise. I don't actually expect you to be able to create a functioning lantern during our time together. And certainly not today. The purpose is to give you a better idea of how you're doing in your other exercises, one you can actually see."
Lord Malvolio looks mildly disquieted. I assume he doesn't understand why I'm allowing her to act up like this, rather than anything about what I've done or said contents-wise.
And you shouldn't be expected to. Like OL said, this is more of a mental training exercise right now.She nods, her anger leaving her swiftly. I wouldn't say that she's 'mastered' her anger or anything like that, but she has gotten better at defeating it with rationality.
"I'll keep working on it. I don't think that I'll be able to make my own lantern in the foreseeable future."
Good to see progress on their end. Wonder if Onik's doubting himself and his worthiness to attempt such a 'holy' task. I'm guessing Xor is more focused on sorting his desires than actually working them into physical form yet. An interesting contrast to their methods, though."Lantern Dul, I'm a freak who got lucky with the Ophidian. Don't measure yourself against me." I nod my head in the direction of Xor and Onik. Onik has a wire frame lantern he's been staring at for over an hour, while Xor's eyes are closed as he meditates. "They're the ones you can meaningfully measure yourself against."
"Yes, Illustres."
Different Light, different routes. Will is a lot easier to work with. You basically have to be stubborn at the universe, don't you?She fluffs her wings before floating into the air in a meditative pose.
"Your technique is at odds with what I used to create mine own lantern."
Indeed. Perhaps look to the Controllers crafting the Corps' personal gear right now...I nod. "It would be. There is probably more than one way to make one, and in any case we're using different colours. And there's probably some unifying factor that explains and predicts the techniques that can be made to work…"
I shrug.
"I'm not the person to ask about that, though."
Like playing a significant part in Malvolio's empire-building? Some monetary reward, or knowledge? I could see a particularly inquisitive scientist being interested in the way he's mainlining Will as a Maltusian might."As I have issued my challenge to the Guardians' control of the power of will, I see little chance that they will illuminate me."
"There might be a unaligned Maltusian -or even a Controller- who would be willing to share their knowledge. But that sort of person would want a major concession."
Well, there is the problem that you kind of destroyed the most likely option for easy access by getting Varnathon nobbled. I doubt his replacement has been quite so open-minded about general trade."A concession I am not minded to give."
"There are Qwardians with the required knowledge. They take cash, but I think that someone might have already bought them."
...OL, he's been sealed away for several centuries. Sinestro isn't that old. And likely not that well-known in Malvolio's turf..."Who would consort with such a people?"
"Thaal Sinestro. Have you heard of him?"
Which, if Malvolio is paying attention, is five colours now (Avarice, Fear, Will, Hope and Love.) I'm honestly surprised he hasn't pressed OL for more information on the remainder. I doubt he's been looking through any databases he might have looted..."I have not."
"A former Green Lantern, who preferred order to beneficence. He was judged to have broken Corps regulation by how he repressed his own people, so the Guardians sentenced him to exile. Then there's a period where we don't really know what happened, then he was back with a yellow power ring. That one runs off his mastery of fear: his knowledge of his own fears and his ability to inspire fear in his opponents. And he appears to be recruiting."
What with him being, if not public enemy number one for the Corps, then fairly high in the 'wanted' ranks. And if he's been following his canon route of recruitment, picking criminals and fearmongers..."It seems that there is much that I do not know. What is his end?"
I shrug. "Pass. At a guess, establishing oppressive order through fear because he can't stand people doing things that he didn't authorise, but I haven't had a conversation with him. Ah, and since he's been assassinating Green Lanterns, if you plan on drawing any of them away from the Guardians, I wouldn't recommend having anything to do with him."
Bit hard to be worse than Sinestro's level of severity. I mean, While he might not have been executing people for littering, I suspect he wasn't far off that point..."And if I am not?"
"I don't know his motives well enough to advise you. I had a look at your law books while I was in your prison system and I didn't find anything I found especially objectionable. You centralised power to a degree I consider impractical, but you're already working to fix that. Individual citizens had a degree of personal liberty I consider reasonable. Last time Sinestro ruled a planet, his people didn't get that."
What benefit would it provide? If Sinestro wants to meet him, he'll come looking. And Sinestro is not the sort to live a quite life. If he ends up doing something that earns the Green Lantern's ire, it'll likely be big enough to drag in the Orange as well, if not the Indigo Tribe too...I shrug.
"Perhaps he's changed since then. Perhaps not. I don't know."
"You have not sought him out yourself?"
That does seem kind of an oversight. I would at least have asked if the subjects discussed were likely to be a problem in future..."I've already got one big war to contend with. I could alienate friends and allies by just talking to him. Dox did, but I've made a point of not asking him what they talked about."
"For what reason?"
Unfortunately, Sinestro has an ego that writes checks his ass can't cash. And he's always got to feel like the smartest guy in the room. And is a hell of a control freak, as evidenced by the leashes he kept on his Corps, both subtle and not..."Plausible deniability. It sounds a lot more convincing if I can say 'I haven't had any conversations with Sinestro' than 'I've spoken to Sinestro but we didn't talk about that specific thing'."
"I am puzzled. You seemed to be of what you yourself described as utilitarian character. From what little you have said of Sinestro, it seems to me that your foes would most likely be his as well. Wherefore then have you not made common cause?"
That would take some changing for Sinestro."Because of what comes next. Sure, Sinestro could grab a bunch of fearmongers and wage war with the Reach, and that may help us. But someday the war will be over. And then we'll have to deal with him, the region of space he commands and his army of veteran Lanterns. Based on what he did with his own world when he controlled it, his views on the best form of life and mine are irreconcilable."
"May a man not amend his mind?"
Impressively physical manifestations."He could, but the Green Lantern Corps probably expect him to serve a sentence for his crimes against them before they'll be happy for him to play a role in galactic politics. I'd be creating a problem in my relations with them as well as creating a problem for later. And… Speaking of relations with the Green Lantern Corps… What exactly do you want?"
He holds up his right hand, green flames flickering and then billowing, dripping onto the deck before dissipating.
At least he's not wholly obsessed with vengeance."Three centuries they imprisoned me. Three centuries I railed against their arrogance in believing that they knew best. Then I gained my freedom, and saw the havoc my absence had wrought. Their fault in keeping me from my subjects. But though it galls be to admit-"
He clenches his hand into a fist, suffocating the flames.
In other words, 'Live and let live, but if you come at me, I will put your as down.'"-it, mine as well. It is a poor teacher who cripples his students' minds that he may never be surpassed. So I have resolved thusly: I have just grievances against the Guardians, but they are no mortal insult. I will not regard Green Lanterns I encounter as my enemies, saving that they act against me. Neither shall I seek any retribution against their masters. But I will stretch forth my hand, and they may take that as they will."
"That's surprisingly reasonable. Would you object to a senior Green Lantern approaching you directly, to discuss things in detail?"
To be fair, I doubt any of those Corpsmen knew what the hell you were, outside of seeing a large flotilla of ships that looks suspiciously like an invasion fleet. And the Green Light does enure that once someone jumped to a conclusion, they'll stick to it..."None. Though it may be best if they are skilled in the arts of diplomacy. Thus far I have met three Corpsmen and fought all three."
"I'll bear that in mind. So what progress have you made on forging rings?"
Highly likely. With a side of,How did those fights against Green Lanterns go? Complete stomp?
Earth is a small pond filled with big fish.Highly likely. With a side of,
What kind of hell world is Earth?
Actually, if I remember correctly, people who littered were sent to jail, not executed.Sometimes I wonder if the SI shouldn't trouble himself to review Sinestro's law books in the same way he did those of Malvolio.
The famous "executed people for littering" example just keeps coming up, and I have no doubt that it did happen... at least once. But was it common, or was it the confluence of a several different laws producing an extreme outcome in the same way that legal systems sometimes do? Or did Sinestro fly down and personally zap to death some guy who dropped a cup on the ground? Or was "littering" actually mass disposal of garbage into an environmentally protected... you get the idea. Maybe Sinestro really was as much as a maniac as his political enemies make him out to be, I don't know, but the death for littering thing has the feel of an apocryphal example that certainly technically happened but may not be representative. Or maybe it is.
Actually I feel like the better metaphor is that earth is a really small reef that hides some really big caves, and if you carelessly go and start stirring things up in the water all manner of things with big TEETH will come out of those caves to eat you.
Well one fight was with Hal, who won that fight but Malvolio may have let him win.
The other fight was most likely with Priest, who Malvolio beat.
Why did she put her hand on the Renegade's head? Also, that should be 'smiles'."No, sorry." She withdraws her hands and smile apologetically. "Nothing happening. How about I pack you some aspirin?"
Niko, literally no one -very much including me- should have the power that I now have,
Sufficient power can change the universe just by being. For all I know my distant ancestors had some weird metabolic quirk which causes them to parasitise on the Wall itself. Or we were created by the last species that worked out how to do that; our historical records aren't great."
"I fixated on the arm as being what was wrong, pushing every feeling I had about everything else-. Putting that on the arm. When Cranius said I'd have to get rid of something I told him right away, 'cut if off'. I told myself I was getting rid of everything wrong with my old life along with it
Cranuis wants me to jackets with the left sleeve in a different colour,
I briefly recall that John Constantine's shed contained a barrel marked 'angel semen'.
Metron is a New God. Not sure whether he was from Apokolips or New Genesis originally, thought given how he behaves I'd guess Apokolips.
He's an explorer and scientist with no morals at all and a bad habit of stealing credit for other people's work
On the face of it he shouldn't have any problem taking a portion of the Omega Force off my hands just because he's never had an opportunity to study it before
He'd take the colour green off someone's hands if he got to dissect it afterwards. But he's such an arsehole about everything."
wow wow dont give up yet. this is dc there must be other ways to talk to the presence. are you sure constantine would be mad at you? i mean he cant blame YOU for the dog incident, right? also why not check LA for the nightclub Lux?
Oh, what's Grayven up to now? An odd decision to look in on Aberrance now. Looking to see if Niko can use Gabriel's Wings? I'm not sure what it'd do to the Omega effect. Or is he just trying to put off visiting Metron?10th September 2012
10:32 GMT -7
Niko Parish flexes her wings self-consciously.
"Grayven… I wouldn't… Even know where to start. I'm… An atheist."
Heh. she regrew her missing arm? Interesting. I suppose it's handier than not having it, whatever her body image issues.I smile. "I'll try not to take that personally."
"I know.. you exist, that's not-." She awkwardly rubs her left forearm with her right hand. The newly restored flesh is paler than the rest of her body, angel flesh apparently immune to the Nevada sun. "Not what I meant. I don't think I can call up the power of God just because you got me new wings."
Ah, he isn't looking forwards to visiting the knowledge-seeker, eh? I'm not surprised."That's a surprisingly reverential attitude for someone who doesn't believe. Niko, literally no one -very much including me- should have the power that I now have, and if you can't fix this I have to talk to Metron and I really don't want to have to do that."
Another wing-fluff. "Is God actually..?"
"Anything like the version that exists in modern Christian mythology? No, no, not really. Did you see that interview I did about the Source Wall?"
Give it time, you've only had them, what, a month or two? I wonder if it's any easier for her to move them, though."I've watched it. It just… I can't connect that with…"
She lifts her right hand of her arm and points at her left wing.
A faker? Though given he's now technically inhabiting a fully Apokaliptian body, is it really an act these days?"Ah. Well, I don't have anything like the level of knowledge that would be required to give you an answer. The best I can do is to say that whatever intelligence is 'guiding' the universe doesn't directly intervene. And doesn't appear to indirectly intervene in a way that couldn't easily be something else."
"So what does that make you?"
...You know, I have to wonder if she can even use that arm. Or do the nerves used for it still run into the wings? Since human bodies aren't really designed for more than four limbs, and all that."Sufficient power can change the universe just by being. For all I know my distant ancestors had some weird metabolic quirk which causes them to parasitise on the Wall itself. Or we were created by the last species that worked out how to do that; our historical records aren't great."
And she's gone back to rubbing her arm.
Ah. That answers that question. I'm guessing some part of the wing's magical nature lets her cheat kinaesthetically."How are you managing?"
"Being able to climb ladders is nice."
Heh. I guess the Sheeda were the alien invasion that broke the camel's back, eh? Though I doubt it looks all that sleek compared to something like Luthor's tech. Good to see Magnificus isn't letting things get him down, either.She turns away, walking over to the external window. Rebuilding work is still going on throughout Aberrance's industrial areas, and the view from this portacabin with aspirations above its station is nothing like what it was from her old office in the now-demolished Uncorporation building. Other than the building sites, the most obvious change is the significantly increased military presence. Soldiers in light power armour guard military engineers as they perform a full decontamination of the underground tunnels and then convert them into utility tunnels and subways. A project Magnificus has been working on; his father had some sort of radiation absorbing technology he was sitting on, and this is affording us the opportunity to demonstrate its utility. The power armour is Sam's, as he finally beat enough heads together to take control of the seventeen separate power armour development projects the various tendrils of the US government had in progress and told the people involved that he'd prosecute them all for fraud if they didn't come up with something for deployment.
Good lord, his childhood must have been amazing, good or bad. With a name like that, you'd feel kind of disappointed if you didn't become some manner of superhero...It's not terrible. It outperforms that bipedal pile of scrap the Russians think is power armour by a lot and is only about a hundred times as expensive. And when you've actually got a Colonel who's name is 'Perseus Hazard', you may as well use him for something thematically appropriate. The input from my people is limited to the warding, which… Not exactly true to my 'hand up not handout' principles, but it's going to be a long time before they can have magicians assigned on a squad basis.
...Grayven, no. Don't even joke about that kind of thing. Knowing the luck of anyone touched by anything Constantine had a hand in..."Security has to keep tossing crazies off the lot. More than normal."
"So when can we expect you to give birth to Jesus?"
See? Now you've actually got her thinking about the possibility of it..."That's not as funny as you think." She freezes up for a second. "Ah."
She looks-.
...More than likely, yes. If they regrew an amputated arm, I suspect any injury you suffer from now on will regrow with more... heavenly tissues. And given the way human bodies basically rebuild themselves over time... In a decade, you might well be much closer to a full angel..."I mean, it's not impossible that any child you had would have a natural insight into theurgy, but they wouldn't be a prophesised savour of any sort, and they're no more likely to be a reincarnation of someone than anyone else."
"I'd get my tubes tied, but I think the wings would just heal them."
As in 'you could always move to an island of only women'? Yeah, I think that might have gone down like a dropped brick.I grin. "You-".
No, no, this isn't the time for a Themyscira reference.
To be fair, silver blood sounds like a cool Un-man mod. As for everything else, it's been part of you so long, your soul considers it part of you, at a guess."I didn't mean how are the un-men doing. They survived one crazy wizard, they'll survive another one. How is Niko Parish doing?"
"I'm fine. Physically I'm better than ever. And somehow-" She holds her forearms up slightly so that she can compare them. "-the fact that my blood is silver hasn't changed anything. It-. I was worried it might take out my un-man tissue, but that's all still there."
Because you're right-handed and removing your stronger hand didn't make much sense?"I thought that Cranius rewired part of your nervous system to enable you to control your wings."
"He did, and the new nerves he put in are still there. They just go somewhere else now. Did you find out why I picked-" She clenches and then unclenches her left hand. "-this arm to get rid of?"
Huh, I was right about the body image issues..."Yellow ring picked up a traumatic memory, but I didn't take a closer look."
"I fixated on the arm as being what was wrong, pushing every feeling I had about everything else-. Putting that on the arm. When Cranius said I'd have to get rid of something I told him right away, 'cut if off'. I told myself I was getting rid of everything wrong with my old life along with it. But-. Well, it's not like nothing changed, but I was still the same woman. But with new friends and a pair of wings that didn't work properly."
All part of being human, really."But the problem wasn't the arm."
"No, but I got really good at repressing."
Because he gave her the ability to truly fly by implanting Nth Metal way back when? And yes, trauma and pain fades. It's when it doesn't that it truly becomes a problem...I nod slowly. "As I said, anything you want to talk to me about will be treated in complete confidence."
"That's the thing, though." She puts her arms down, making a dismissive gesture with her newly acquired left hand. "I've had years of living a good life. Once I got over the shock of you knowing, I realised… I hadn't thought about it for a… Long time. It didn't control me."
"Good, I'm pleased for you." I nod. "Is there anyone you would like me to arrange a meeting with?"
"Yes. The FBI agent responsible for the investigation into Mitchell Byrne's murder."
So, rather than try to hide it, rub it in people's faces? That's a very Un-Man way to look at the issue."I can set that up. So…" I point at her pale left hand. "No problem with that at all?"
"Cranuis wants me to jackets with the left sleeve in a different colour, and I'm having trouble picking out nail polish that goes with my skin tone. And The Face is calling it my 'ghost hand'."
...Probably nothing you want to make use of?"I can guess the context. Do you want to talk to anyone about using magic?"
"I probably should. You don't have any other angel body parts laying around, do you?"
I briefly recall that John Constantine's shed contained a barrel marked 'angel semen'.
Lady knows her mythology, at least. Guess she's been reading up on Abrahamic stuff..."Alas, no, though if that changes I'll be certain to let Cranius know." Ah… "Look, I appreciate that you don't know how to use your arcane abilities yet, but I really don't want to have to talk to Metron, so-."
"Isn't that..? Gods messenger?"
I'm sure he's put lots of effort into studying Spectrum technology already. And to be fair, he generally is very good at what he does..."No, that's the Metatron. Metron is a New God. Not sure whether he was from Apokolips or New Genesis originally, thought given how he behaves I'd guess Apokolips. He's an explorer and scientist with no morals at all and a bad habit of stealing credit for other people's work. On the face of it he shouldn't have any problem taking a portion of the Omega Force off my hands just because he's never had an opportunity to study it before. He'd take the colour green off someone's hands if he got to dissect it afterwards. But he's such an arsehole about everything."
Well, I doubt a benediction would work... Yet. But it never hurts to try.Niko nods, walks up to me, then lays her left hand on my forehead.
…
I hate to explain the joke, but: History of Aspirin. To wit: It was made from willow bark before chemists began synthesizing it."No, sorry." She withdraws her hands and smile apologetically. "Nothing happening. How about I pack you some aspirin?"
"Pack me the whole willow. I'm going to need it."
He really doesn't want to admit the Presence exists does he?"Anything like the version that exists in modern Christian mythology? No, no, not really. Did you see that interview I did about the Source Wall?"
Gabriel's Wings? I'm not sure what it'd do to the Omega effect.
You know, I have to wonder if she can even use that arm. Or do the nerves used for it still run into the wings? Since human bodies aren't really designed for more than four limbs, and all that.
Grayven, no. Don't even joke about that kind of thing. Knowing the luck of anyone touched by anything Constantine had a hand in...
And who would that be, again? No, I'm not joking. I honestly don't remember. Did you mean the young man calling himself Arion? Or is it someone else?
And what kind of 'barrel' are we talking here, for the record...
Well, worth a try. Still not the best idea to go poking things like that without a professional opinion,