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This is filth! FILTH!!
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Well, that's a hell of a discussion to be having right in front of the Changeling.
Behold, the field in which Grayven grows his fucks. Look upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren.
Well, that's a hell of a discussion to be having right in front of the Changeling.
Hey, it's archeology!There is probably a Pony somewhere whose special talent includes digging graves.
Thank you.
As a changeling who survived under Queen Chrysalis, Pharynx has an accute sense of which rants he's supposed to chime in on and which ones he's supposed to pretend he didn't hear. It was a survival skill.Well, that's a hell of a discussion to be having right in front of the Changeling. Then again, most of it is going over his head, I'd bet. Not like the hive had a sex education program.
"What, you want me to ask Shining Armor if he remembers Chrysalis raping him while he was mind controlled? Because he's the obvious person to ask, but that seems a little insensitive to me."
I'll admit, I slowly recoiled in the same way. Full-body cringe.
'sigh'I sign, and step closer to the changeling. "To clear the air, Pharynx, I killed your queen because she threatened my people. Learn from her mistake, and I shall never have cause to threaten you."
'population needs'"Because we don't want you going extinct, Agent Pharynx. Your populations needs the capacity to produce grubs, or you don't have a future."
'Not'"And do you know if there are any? Did Chrysalis ever mention them?"
"No to me."
'at'?Celestia eyes the tube again, and I'm not good enough any pony expressions to work out what she's feeling. "Thank you. I will need to discuss this with King Sombra before making any sort of decision."
Thank you, corrected.
I'm glad of/sorry about that, delete whichever is inappropriate.@Mr Zoat I curse you for linking that fimfic.
In the first few paragraphs, I was slapped in the face with a disorienting nostalgia of the time before Hasbro repeatedly shat on us with the stupidest lore that could ever exist.
We used to try to make things make sense!
Fat lot of good it did us, in the end.
As a unapologetic troll, I really appreciate these ending wham lines. Thank you for the chapter.
No, crystals tied to the Crystal Heart in the Crystal City.
"I most certainly did not. I just gave you a favourable reference!"
Taranna silently mouths 'oh' and nods her head.
"Okay." He sighs. "Paul, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I need you to stop. Completely. Do you understand
Either she got the message after he went all Ryan on her, or she never wanted him back and was there for revenge."Weren't there, yes. You had plenty of opportunity to warn us, and…" I narrow my eyes. "You don't actually want Lantern Yat back."
She scowls. "You know nothing
Alan's head appears. "Paul, did you say something.. weird.. to Lantern Coutara?"
"W-?" I look from him to Taranna, but she doesn't appear to know what he's talking about either. "Could you please define 'weird', because Lantern Taranna asked me the same thing."
"Apparently, you betrothed us. Now, I-."
"I most certainly did not. I just gave you a favourable reference!"
Taranna silently mouths 'oh' and nods her head.
"Okay." He sighs. "Paul, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I need you to stop. Completely. Do you understand?"
I nod. "Yes. I'm.. sorry for the inconvenience, whatever it is."
He sighs again, nodding. "I can handle it. Just… Not again." I nod solemnly. "Arisia's just about finished talking to the daxamites, if there's anything you want to say to 'em."
Thank you, corrected.
Remove repeated phrase?Given that she appears to be this universe's Power Girl appears to be because kryptonians from her universe are different enough not to match their profile
With one sentence, you know exactly who is talking, and probably about what. Got to love this story sometimes. Presumably they're working out how to finish extracting and reclaiming the Doomsday from under Texas. Without levelling hundreds of hectares of land...
Or it's something else entirely. Still, until it truly becomes plot-relevant, it'll be up in the air exactly what the real story is.I sigh, and mentally curse my colleagues for leaving me on Kara-wrangling duty. To be fair, she did destroy the lion's share of the Eradicator androids excavating what Har-Zod tells us is called the Doomsday. For some reason they didn't register her as a kryptonian, which… Given that she appears to be this universe's Power Girl appears to be because kryptonians from her universe are different enough not to match their profile… Or given what ended up happening to Power Girl, it could be because she's slightly out of tune with reality.
I see the arguments about names are still going on.
Well, that or let her turn out to be a Silver-age Kryptonian who can fly faster than Time itself. Seriously, a lot of the Superboy era's time-travel was Superboy going really, really fast.I nod. "She could too, but it would take about five million years and that's not accounting for time dilation because she'd be flying through normal space."
"I could do it in half that!"
I doubt she wants to be that busy. Personally, I suspect she couldn't maintain that much focus."Which is still.. two and a half million years, and that's assuming that you don't eat, sleep or relieve yourself, and assuming that you get sufficient sunlight on the way."
She frowns, looking down at the Earth as she considers the issue.
Gonna have to be a big Boom Tube. Last estimate I remember of it was a couple of kilometres across?"Oh, phooey!"
"You can be the one who pushes it through the boom tube if you want."
I assume there's no need for her to serve as overwatch on the Watchtower, so..."That's not the same!"
"No, it-." In the corner of my eye I catch sight of an approaching orange speck. "It wouldn't take millions of years. Lantern Taranna." I raise my right hand in greeting. "What brings you here?"
Well, if both Karas agree, they could probably switch names. Kara Sixteen did want the 'Superwoman' title, after all."Sir-. Hey Kara!"
"Supergirl!"
"Huh?" Taranna looks around in confusion. "Where?"
Define weird? Nearly any interaction with OL can be atypical."Not you too!" Kara turns to me. "This is totally your fault!"
"You snoozed, you lost, Superwoman." She pouts at me. "Lantern Taranna?"
"Did something.. weird.. happen with you and my mum?"
But entirely typical of the Gold and earlier Silver Ages, when printing processes for comics were bad enough that insufficiently exaggerated art could be illegibleWatching Kara's expression is an education on kryptonian facial muscle control. She goes from watching me with a mild frown, to a flattening of her brow when she understands the implication -that takes several seconds- to a gradual widening of her eyes and descending of her jaw in astonished horror. It's like something I'd expect on a melodramatic stage play where expressions had to be exaggerated so that the audience could see them.
Vaguely latin sounding, and that leads me to domitor. Presumably equating the male head of household to a tamer of 'beasts'. Entirely fitting for their old culture."She mistakenly thought that I was… Ah, what's the word?"
"Ah…" Lantern Taranna looks me over cautiously. "'Domitoring'?"
I mean, would OL realise if she took something he said oddly? Until something else came up later?"Yes. Taking her as a concubine. I'm not, I told her that, so… No."
She doesn't look entirely convinced. "And you didn't say..? Anything else?"
Ah, Teenagers. Even if she's technically an adult now, she's still got a lot to learn about actually communicating."Ah, we mostly talking about your brother? Are you going somewhere with this?"
"I… Suppose not?"
If only to get the most naive possible suggestion out of the way?We watch each other for a moment.
"Okay? Ah, anyway, Kara, as one of four kryptonians from Krypton that we have around, what do you think should happen to the Doomsday?"
...Yes, a giant Kryptonian battleship, just parked somewhere. That'll never get stolen, no sir!"We should put it back together!"
"And then do what with it?"
"None of us know how to fly it, so I guess we just park it somewhere! Ooh, and we should study it!"
Because that's off-camera stuff. That won't take up any real time. And that'll let them pull some new gadget or knowledge out of their pocket someday. Ah, childish narratives.
You too? What, is something going on?I sigh. "I do too. It's just that it's rather extremely dangerous, and-." My ring shimmers. "Excuse me. Yes?"
Alan's head appears. "Paul, did you say something.. weird.. to Lantern Coutara?"
Time to make a giant orange hand to facepalm with, OL, because clearly this is your own fault. Somehow."W-?" I look from him to Taranna, but she doesn't appear to know what he's talking about either. "Could you please define 'weird', because Lantern Taranna asked me the same thing."
"Apparently, you betrothed us. Now, I-."
I'm guessing Coutara grabbed the wrong end of the stick and is now waving it like a battle standard."I most certainly did not. I just gave you a favourable reference!"
Taranna silently mouths 'oh' and nods her head.
Yeah, your matchmaking efforts may be funny, but they're also annoying. Good intentions going awry seems to be a frequent thing these days for him."Okay." He sighs. "Paul, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I need you to stop. Completely. Do you understand?"
I nod. "Yes. I'm.. sorry for the inconvenience, whatever it is."
I expect he has some pointed words for Cara Yat.He sighs again, nodding. "I can handle it. Just… Not again." I nod solemnly. "Arisia's just about finished talking to the daxamites, if there's anything you want to say to 'em."
"I'll be right-"
Using the Ring connection as an aid to speeding his greediport acquisition? Clever.
It certainly hasn't been a good couple of days for her, certainly.I nod as Alan lowers his ring, and then walk towards the red-lit cell where Cara Yat is being held. I'm not sure if it's her remaining injuries or her mental state, but her grip on her emotions is much weaker than it was. She sees me, but it seems that I barely warrant a scowl.
That's fair. But I'm sure this conversation has to be had anyway.
...Remind me, who activated the old Eradicator AI? (Actually no need, just being rhetorical.)"'No 'thank you for overthrowing our robot overlords'?"
"There were there only because of you."
Since she evidently threw the first optical blast. Wonder if she'd claim 'mind control' as a defence."Oh, take some responsibility for yourself. You say that you don't like aliens or technology and your decision got you more of both. If you were a better person this would be time for self-reflection." Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't otherwise react. "I wanted to let you know that after discussion with Lantern Coutara we won't be pressing charges, because I can't imagine-."
So does he actually have a list of obscure crimes he keeps somewhere, or is he just funnin'?"'Charges'? From the one who abducted my son?"
"Yes. I've never charged someone with Perfidy before, and it might have been interesting to tick it off-."
"What?"
Honestly, if they'd played nice, they might have gotten a better result. Then again, they were just a distraction, it seems"Perfidy. It usually comes up when someone surrenders during a war and then tries to kill the people accepting it. You entered into a negotiation and then tried to kill the people you were negotiating with. I checked and it counts, because if people like you got away with it then no one would negotiate again. But the thing is, your crime doesn't warrant anything-."
Honestly, I suspect they were a little surprised when he turned out to be in-system when they turned up."We were prisoners! The Eradicators-."
"Weren't there, yes. You had plenty of opportunity to warn us, and…" I narrow my eyes. "You don't actually want Lantern Yat back."
Naturally there'll be a high chance of him seeing her again sooner or later...She scowls. "You know nothing."
"No… I do." I turn away from the cell. "Enjoy Daxam. Hopefully we'll never see each other again."
Well, seeing as Zoat put it up for debate…Given that she appears to be this universe's Power Girl appears to be because kryptonians from her universe are different enough not to match their profile… Or given what ended up happening to Power Girl, it could be because she's slightly out of tune with reality.
Would that Power Girl have the mental programming or personal desires to act like Superwoman?Well, seeing as Zoat put it up for debate…
I'm betting she's the post Anti-Monitor crisis Power Girl. the one that was Arion's granddaughter and not a kryptonian at all and instead is an atlantean. Not sure about her powers, though. They're pretty kryptonian in this story.
Depends on what the law for telepathic evidence is in Controller space. Well, empathic, in this case.... Paul.... Even if she doesn't want her kid. You still kinda need to prove it.
But Laws don't allow "Lantern GAZE" as admissible evidence.
Telepath probe?
I do love this episode of Super-female-child and her totally neuro-typical interactions with renowned space autist Illustres "Desires George" Paul."Not you too!" Kara turns to me. "This is totally your fault!"
Watching Kara's expression is an education on Kryptonian facial muscle control. She goes from watching me with a mild frown, to a flattening of her brow when she understands the implication -that takes several seconds- to a gradual widening of her eyes and descending of her jaw in astonished horror. It's like something I'd expect on a melodramatic stage play where expressions had to be exaggerated so that the audience could see them.
No, they're both required.
Technically, capital and lower case 'k' can be correct, in that she's a member of the kryptonian species and a product of Kryptonian society. But I think the first is more correct since we're talking about biology.I do love this episode of Super-female-child and her totally neuro-typical interactions with renowned space autist Illustres "Desires George" Paul.
What does she want to push? The daxamite ship? I thought Oh El was planning to confiscate that, but maybe he changed his mind? Or are they confiscating the Doomsday chunks the Eradicator had collected?"Which is still.. two and a half million years, and that's assuming that you don't eat, sleep or relieve yourself, and assuming that you get sufficient sunlight on the way."
It's no wonder she reacts so badly when you stand there without saying anything for several seconds!"Did something.. weird.. happen with you and my mum?"
Watching Kara's expression is an education on kryptonian facial muscle control. She goes from watching me with a mild frown, to a flattening of her brow when she understands the implication -that takes several seconds- to a gradual widening of her eyes and descending of her jaw in astonished horror. It's like something I'd expect on a melodramatic stage play where expressions had to be exaggerated so that the audience could see them.
You could make it more elegant by replacing the second 'appears to be' with 'is apparently'.No, they're both required.
She appears to be this universe's Power Girl.
It appears to be because kryptonians are different.
I mean, I suppose it's an inelegant run on sentence, but it's alright.
I would, but you're not, so I won't.This bit reads weird to me. The bolded part should be "They", but if I'm wrong, you can ignore me.
I appreciate that Alan finally said to the Illustres to 'knock it off' with his matchmaking shenanigans. Arsenal would kinda appreciate it, but it felt like he was trying to pair Alan with whichever female would say yes to meet him, like an enthusiastic but tone deaf friend trying to help another uncharismatic friend that is in a dry spell.
Plus, this fic already has the perfect partner for Alan in Wonder Woman, somebody just needs to point it out in-universe.