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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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moralrelativity
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gaps -> gasp
Darko
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'gasp in'
Remove 'them'
That may be because orbital mechanics aren't really something you focus on, while they're pretty much Luna's job.
'rest of her head'
'is pony'
No shit Captain Obvious.
Mr Zoat
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Thank you, corrected.
moralrelativity
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introduced -> introduces
I really hope so!
Handlewithcare
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Ha, it's amazing to see Luna has an actual spine. And sarcasm!
Also Sunset, at this point you mostly come off as a bit of a bitch. You won. Now let it go.
Also Sunset, at this point you mostly come off as a bit of a bitch. You won. Now let it go.
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Sounds about right.
She was a bitch even before this.
And she can be very petty and spiteful.
Doccer
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Hobbling?
To be fair 99% of Equestria's Armageddon issues are solved by Twilight.
NightmareWarden
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Sunset. Can't you just teach the little ponies curse words from Earth? Or talk about the history of human medicine? Or… Fine, fine. You are an alicorn now. That means you need to stumble your way into your own apprentice, who will reflect some parts of your behavior in surprising ways.
Perhaps you'll take a non-pony though.
Perhaps you'll take a non-pony though.
Rebu
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I am now manually imagining Equestria Girls-style Sunset, but she's dressed up like Fidel Castro.
Complete with the beard, cap, and cigar.
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Well, nothing that reads as a threat. So it's something Earth has that Equestria doesn't. And I doubt she's such a fainting filly that seeing a plane in the air would have her panicking...
Best to move slowly. Equines don't deal well with quick movements or loud noises, whatever their form...
Ah... Oh, the madness. I imagine this would only occur on Equestrian by accident, or if Luna was feeling a bit vexed by her sister.
Hmm... Would this be a bad time to cop a feel?
Just to shock her out of her surprised state. It's not like her slap would hurt him, after all.Oh, don't think we didn't notice that little moment of self-correction, Renegade. I guess there's a few words he avoids using, even in his inner monologue, since he met the Ponies, unless they're actually appropriate...
Ah, small children. Such a calming influence.
It's not all that scary, you know. Unless you're living in a reality where the Moon isn't natural...
Ah, the little girl has the right idea. Get the other pony-girl to help.
...And no, I am not going to link to that.
Think a 'Bondage play' thing...Does it matter to her Magical Research? No? Then why would it?
Yes, the desire to not be seen as foolish in front of a peer is probably a strong motivator.
...And that can be taken so many ways. But I think you can guess exactly which way he wants it taken...
Or rather, her taken....That's not a no to private hobbling, or other stuff like it...
And a beautiful sight it can be, depending on conditions. Though it's never so large as video games would have you believe.
...Would she have even bothered to look at the sky? I mean, she is something of a shut-in at times.
Not quite the heavy breathing you want her to be doing, eh, Grayven?Hey, there are worse ways he could have put that.
And lewder fanart generally does give her a fine 'moon' indeed.I mean, Grayven, haven't you ever seen something you didn't expect before? I'm sure there's something in this universe that could produce a reaction like that. What about that last visit from Him? Or where you too paralysed with fear to be shocked?
Ah... Yes, I suppose that could be a surprise...
Wait, you were playing catch with the kids? How sweet!...Yes, a very good thing, indeed. The DC Universe's orbital physics are robust, but not that robust...
I mean, how big is Wilson's Moon, actually? Because I doubt it's 10k Kilometres around, nor weighs about 7.3x1022 Kilograms (That's 22 zero's, people. That's a lot.) Discord, you got some 'splainin' to do...
It was quite cute, you know.
Hey, now! The Source put a lot of work into things. You know how hard it is to co-ordinate all these things whizzing about without colliding by accident? ...No, making them collide on purpose is something else entirely.
And usually, the few times an object of a mass large enough to actually mess with orbital physics, like Mageddon or Solaris, has entered the system, they've usually had space wedgies in place to prevent throwing things off-track.
In fact, she'd probably thank you for it. Do you know how much of a pain it would be, having to rise before dawn every day for over a thousand years?
...Oh, god. What did she do?...Sunset has no genre savvy or pattern recognition, does she? Does she not remember the Cutie Mark Lecture? Some Ponies are not entirely stable.
Smart lady. Though I'm sure there are some colts and fillies out there who might benefit from your knowledge... Why, you could found a school of oneiromancy! It's even got a pun in the 'neigh-me'!
Good advice. The sad fact of personal experience. I'm sure any students you take in future will do fine...
To quote Cable: "You've never needed a crystal ball to predict the obvious, have you?" But seriously, Starlight doesn't have issues, so much as the entire newsstand.
Now that, I did not see coming. I'd assumed Grayven had quietly given her a look at the Solar System's setup offscreen at some point.
I guess he forgot, what with all that teasing he had on the docket. Still, as he said, it's probably good timing that it happened now. The Moon's already gotten enough attention and fiddling with in the Paragon's timeline. In pony terms: A Hobble. I'm sure you can connect to dots involving a human-form version...
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And her very own printing company.
ZzzSlothzzZ
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Public hobbling
Princess in the streets
Kinky bondage pony in the sheets
Coda
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What, again?
Nashk
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This time she has literature!
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Much better than Pubic hobbling.
When I saw your post, I thought you were doing pointing out a misspelling for a moment.
What would have been a most unfortunate misspelling.
ForeverShogo
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There's probably some fuckery where the sun and moon Celestia and Luna deal with aren't anywhere near as large as our own. If nothing else, the admittedly not particularly canon comics once had them lasso the moon then climb the rope to reach it. And it didn't take them a particularly long time, or tire them out, to reach it.
Someguy Somewhere
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Mutineers Moon is a great book that needs more shout outs. And is one work of fiction I often bring up when folks start saying *generic sci-fi* is OP.
Workhorse (part 16)
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10th October 2012
02:12 GMT
Drift left, slight descent, meet eyes, nod and switch hands…
I don't know about Thanagar itself, but it turns out that Havania has ballroom dancing.
Proceed and wheel, drift back and switch hands again…
Aerial ballroom dancing, which includes quite a lot of precise wing movements as well as motions of the arms and legs.
Hold your partner close and rise, rotating in synchronicity as you stare into their eyes…
And the third place couple drop out, prompting Jade and I to bow our heads and press our foreheads together as we drop out to avoid a clearly tainted victory. Because while there's no actual rule against airborne aliens taking part in what isn't strictly a competitive event, they're flying by precisely controlling their wings and Nth metal nodes while we're using a power ring and kinetic belt respectively. While it wasn't easier for us to match our motions than it was for the rest of the… Um, flock? It didn't get progressively more tiring as it did for them.
We touch down at the edge of the circle marking out the area for the 'dance-duel', linking arms as we head for one of the chaise lounges around the edge of the room. The third place couple are flaking out near by, friends or admirers commiserating them as they fan them with their wings. The man makes a play of it, spreading his arms and wings, loosening his jacket and panting to lose accumulated heat as quickly as possible to the laughter of the observers.
The woman wilts a little more quietly, right hand clenching in frustration. Though a quick flash of empathic vision shows that she's mildly frustrated at coming close to winning and not quite getting there, rather than as part of some long-running grudge. Long running serious grudge, perhaps I should say.
The winners descend into the centre of the room, leaning on each other though trying to make it look like they could carry on all evening if they had to. A collective cry goes up, and everyone around the edge of the room makes an arms raised hands together gesture of salute, the younger couples keeping their arms raised for several seconds while the older participants drop it almost immediately. Bleez herself heads into the centre of the room with a ceremonial chalice which she hands to the victors, the woman taking a small drink before passing it to the man, who takes another small drink before passing it back.
I don't really know what any of that's about, but it's fascinating to watch.
Bleez leans in to say something to the victors, glancing our way and nodding her head to the side. That's our signal, then.
I scan the room and the castle beyond, and the grounds beyond that. No infiltrators that I can detect, no obvious red flags amongst the staff -other than her mother, who put in a token appearance and retired early after introducing Bleez to an unusually tall fellow from the local defence force- and no sign of electronic monitoring beyond the internal security mechanisms. Jade and I went through the place before the party but it wasn't impossible that someone could have snuck something in.
With the event over and the participants mostly recovered, the guests begin to circulate once more. A few head outside to take advantage of the castle's gardens. The flowers there certainly look nice, and I'm sure that the arrangements are in exquisite taste, but the whole things smells decidedly… Off, to a human nose.
I nod back to Bleez, then arm in arm Jade and I walk out of the dance room and head deeper into the castle.
"That was a change of pace."
"Are you interested in formal dancing?"
"No, but I think I could live with doing it every now and then."
"Noted."
"And that doesn't mean 'once a month' or 'twice a year'."
"Also noted." … "So, three times a year?"
She's facing away from me so I miss what is probably an eye roll, but I do spot the slight hitch in her breathing.
"I'll tell you when."
"I feel this is a very stereotypical conversation."
"So you want an exact figure."
"I don't need an exact figure, but it might be helpful in getting you what you want if I know what it is."
"I thought you always know what I want."
"Only if I make a point of looking, and I know it makes you uncomfortable."
We slow to a stop just in front of a large portrait of… Yes, Bleez's family when she was younger. Her father stands tall and proud while her mother plays… Something, with her in the foreground. Her father's sidearm is the only piece of advanced technology on obvious display.
"Interesting that they still do paintings."
"They probably keep the holograms somewhere private."
"Lex Luthor has a hallway lined with photographs on the way to his apartment."
She glances at me. "Spying on the opposition?"
"He invited me to dinner once. Me and a few others."
"When was that?"
"The week after I joined with the Ophidian." I sigh quietly. "Back when I still thought that he could be talked around."
"Aiming high."
"Aimed high. Really thought I could get through to him." I shrug. "Not to be. So do you want to know about it if there's ballroom dancing somewhere we happen to be?"
"Yes, let's go with that."
"Excuse me!"
Jade and I uncouple and turn, the tall Thanagarian apparently having gotten away from his handler. Kran Kral is apparently 'a noble officer with good prospects'. And he's certainly tall. He's actually a little taller than me, and noticeably broader. According to local files he's from one of the newer colonies, first generation born there.
"Yes? How can we help?"
"You both dance well for people who haven't seen a Thanagarian dance until recently. Was it really just today?"
"Princess Bleez was kind enough to lend us her dance instructor."
"And it's not really the same when you're not using your own wings. Didn't feel like taking part yourself?"
He wing-shrugs. "The Princess Regnant intimated that Princess Bleez would be my date. That… That doesn't appear to be happening, and in any case as the hostess it would be impolite for her to take part."
"As I understand it, Bleez's ideas about what Bleez wants and her mother's ideas about what Bleez wants are distant acquaintances at best. If you actually want to pursue a relationship with her then I suggest not seeking her mother's favour."
"Oh." He frowns. "I hadn't realised. I…" He shrugs again, looking slightly awkward. "I actually intended to ask if you were involved with her. And when you intended to break it off. But if you're not, then I suppose that I only have my own poor reconnaissance to blame."
"This is Jade, my fiancée."
Jade nods. "Hello."
"Oh." He makes a submissive gesture with his wings. "I apologise. That is what I get for relying on rumours."
"Bleez is an interesting woman, but…" I shake my head. "I don't think it would work. Really, if you're serious, she's the one you need to talk to."
02:12 GMT
Drift left, slight descent, meet eyes, nod and switch hands…
I don't know about Thanagar itself, but it turns out that Havania has ballroom dancing.
Proceed and wheel, drift back and switch hands again…
Aerial ballroom dancing, which includes quite a lot of precise wing movements as well as motions of the arms and legs.
Hold your partner close and rise, rotating in synchronicity as you stare into their eyes…
And the third place couple drop out, prompting Jade and I to bow our heads and press our foreheads together as we drop out to avoid a clearly tainted victory. Because while there's no actual rule against airborne aliens taking part in what isn't strictly a competitive event, they're flying by precisely controlling their wings and Nth metal nodes while we're using a power ring and kinetic belt respectively. While it wasn't easier for us to match our motions than it was for the rest of the… Um, flock? It didn't get progressively more tiring as it did for them.
We touch down at the edge of the circle marking out the area for the 'dance-duel', linking arms as we head for one of the chaise lounges around the edge of the room. The third place couple are flaking out near by, friends or admirers commiserating them as they fan them with their wings. The man makes a play of it, spreading his arms and wings, loosening his jacket and panting to lose accumulated heat as quickly as possible to the laughter of the observers.
The woman wilts a little more quietly, right hand clenching in frustration. Though a quick flash of empathic vision shows that she's mildly frustrated at coming close to winning and not quite getting there, rather than as part of some long-running grudge. Long running serious grudge, perhaps I should say.
The winners descend into the centre of the room, leaning on each other though trying to make it look like they could carry on all evening if they had to. A collective cry goes up, and everyone around the edge of the room makes an arms raised hands together gesture of salute, the younger couples keeping their arms raised for several seconds while the older participants drop it almost immediately. Bleez herself heads into the centre of the room with a ceremonial chalice which she hands to the victors, the woman taking a small drink before passing it to the man, who takes another small drink before passing it back.
I don't really know what any of that's about, but it's fascinating to watch.
Bleez leans in to say something to the victors, glancing our way and nodding her head to the side. That's our signal, then.
I scan the room and the castle beyond, and the grounds beyond that. No infiltrators that I can detect, no obvious red flags amongst the staff -other than her mother, who put in a token appearance and retired early after introducing Bleez to an unusually tall fellow from the local defence force- and no sign of electronic monitoring beyond the internal security mechanisms. Jade and I went through the place before the party but it wasn't impossible that someone could have snuck something in.
With the event over and the participants mostly recovered, the guests begin to circulate once more. A few head outside to take advantage of the castle's gardens. The flowers there certainly look nice, and I'm sure that the arrangements are in exquisite taste, but the whole things smells decidedly… Off, to a human nose.
I nod back to Bleez, then arm in arm Jade and I walk out of the dance room and head deeper into the castle.
"That was a change of pace."
"Are you interested in formal dancing?"
"No, but I think I could live with doing it every now and then."
"Noted."
"And that doesn't mean 'once a month' or 'twice a year'."
"Also noted." … "So, three times a year?"
She's facing away from me so I miss what is probably an eye roll, but I do spot the slight hitch in her breathing.
"I'll tell you when."
"I feel this is a very stereotypical conversation."
"So you want an exact figure."
"I don't need an exact figure, but it might be helpful in getting you what you want if I know what it is."
"I thought you always know what I want."
"Only if I make a point of looking, and I know it makes you uncomfortable."
We slow to a stop just in front of a large portrait of… Yes, Bleez's family when she was younger. Her father stands tall and proud while her mother plays… Something, with her in the foreground. Her father's sidearm is the only piece of advanced technology on obvious display.
"Interesting that they still do paintings."
"They probably keep the holograms somewhere private."
"Lex Luthor has a hallway lined with photographs on the way to his apartment."
She glances at me. "Spying on the opposition?"
"He invited me to dinner once. Me and a few others."
"When was that?"
"The week after I joined with the Ophidian." I sigh quietly. "Back when I still thought that he could be talked around."
"Aiming high."
"Aimed high. Really thought I could get through to him." I shrug. "Not to be. So do you want to know about it if there's ballroom dancing somewhere we happen to be?"
"Yes, let's go with that."
"Excuse me!"
Jade and I uncouple and turn, the tall Thanagarian apparently having gotten away from his handler. Kran Kral is apparently 'a noble officer with good prospects'. And he's certainly tall. He's actually a little taller than me, and noticeably broader. According to local files he's from one of the newer colonies, first generation born there.
"Yes? How can we help?"
"You both dance well for people who haven't seen a Thanagarian dance until recently. Was it really just today?"
"Princess Bleez was kind enough to lend us her dance instructor."
"And it's not really the same when you're not using your own wings. Didn't feel like taking part yourself?"
He wing-shrugs. "The Princess Regnant intimated that Princess Bleez would be my date. That… That doesn't appear to be happening, and in any case as the hostess it would be impolite for her to take part."
"As I understand it, Bleez's ideas about what Bleez wants and her mother's ideas about what Bleez wants are distant acquaintances at best. If you actually want to pursue a relationship with her then I suggest not seeking her mother's favour."
"Oh." He frowns. "I hadn't realised. I…" He shrugs again, looking slightly awkward. "I actually intended to ask if you were involved with her. And when you intended to break it off. But if you're not, then I suppose that I only have my own poor reconnaissance to blame."
"This is Jade, my fiancée."
Jade nods. "Hello."
"Oh." He makes a submissive gesture with his wings. "I apologise. That is what I get for relying on rumours."
"Bleez is an interesting woman, but…" I shake my head. "I don't think it would work. Really, if you're serious, she's the one you need to talk to."
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Bud-E
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When the hell did they get engaged!?
Michael Vonica
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They planned to get married after the war calms down. I guess that means that they're practically engaged.
hance1986
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Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
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Also, there was that conversation with her mother where he mentioned being engaged for a few years... but I may be remembering a conversation Renegade had.
moralrelativity
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What -> Was
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It never ceases to amuse me that Paragon missed recruiting Lex Luthor solely because he was too stupid to read between the lines of what Luthor was telling him.
Lazurman
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He was genuinely tempted by what OL was offering, but he missed out due to his rampant paranoia over the SI's orange light powers potentially influencing him.
Side note, I am now rooting for this thanagarian dude. Feels like a genuine sort. And as a first generation from one of the newer colonies, he might be more amenable to Bleez's reforms than someone born and bred in the seat of Thanagar's power.