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20th August 2013
12:39 GMT -7
Iname is still blushing as we finally reach the outskirts of the crater. Persuader hasn't quite worked out what Iname offered, and I don't think that she's even got an approximate idea. Probably because it's so contrary to our current relationship.
Huh. Occurs to me that Persuader never met Jade-.
"Persuader, have you worked in the same theatre of operation as Cheshire?"
"Ah. yeah, couple of times. Why?"
"Just occurs to me that you've got a lot in common. Stopped bleeding yet?"
"I dunno. It's sort of achy. I don't really wanna poke it."
I put her down and look at her thoughtfully. "Have you tried using your powers to heal yourself?"
"Can I..? Do that?"
I touch my own injury-. Yes, still hurts, but I'm still augmented by the venom buster I first took… Oh, so long ago now. And probably a little by what I absorbed in the Land of Summer's End. But let's see. Master of My Domain
I wait for a moment and… Ah, there we go. My injury knits itself back together as it should, and I… Feel myself regain my full strength. Good. That-.
Aaaand it's gone.
"Looks like we can heal using our God Names, but trying to maintain full power is a non-starter."
I gently lower Persuader to the ground, where she looks askance at Iname. "So how come she's still fast?"
"When I want to go fast, I constantly use my God Name. I am not using it now because we are going slowly."
"Okay… But mine's not really very heally."
I sigh quietly. "Persuader, Granny Goodness might have conditioned Knockout to be a resilient and ruthless warrior, but she also deliberately made her… Uncreative and disinclined to question."
"Meaning..?"
"Meaning that it literally wouldn't occur to her that you do more damage punching someone with a hand that isn't broken."
Persuader thinks about that for a moment.
"Shouldn't..? You..? Tell her that?"
"Uuuuh, no. Knockout is working for me because Granny Goodness told her to. She's still loyal to my father, she just doesn't bother considering the idea that I might not be. If I teach how to be even a little creative, she'd probably notice that."
"Yeah…" She shifts awkwardly. "But…"
I raise my eyebrows. "You like her."
"She's.. my teacher."
Iname glances her way for a moment. "Will you stab her, too?"
"Maybe if I want an A. I'd… Like to help her?"
"Huh. Okay. Are we talking 'respected elder'-like, 'Amazon eromena'-like, or 'I'm trying to hook her up with my Dad'-like?"
"What's that middle one mean?"
"Given Apokoliptian attitudes towards carnality, it wouldn't be that unusual for two people in your position to be…"
"Ah, no, no."
"'Relieving tension'. And honestly, I don't think her and your Dad-."
Persuader nods. "She's out of Dad's league."
I nod back. "It would snap right off. Maybe if I augmented him?"
"Alright." Persuader turns away. "So I need a pouch for a water bottle, and a pouch for something to make me forget you said that."
"But getting back to the point, you should be able to heal yourself. Or at least turn your ability to heal back on."
"How?"
"Spiritual self-awareness. What are you? And how is it more appropriate to that thing that you be healthy than you be bleeding?"
"Isn't there something you can do..? 'cause we're your employees?"
"Yes, but that wouldn't have helped while you were miles away being shot dead by phantasmal policemen. I may have a vested interest in you not dying, but you have a bigger one."
"Uh… Okay. Um…"
"Though given that your opponent appears to be trying to kill us and appears to be limited in influence to this planet… And given that we're trying to kill them, it probably wouldn't hurt to invoke a dialectic… Did I ever explain how that worked?"
"Is that the thing where we play up how different we are to boost ourselves?"
"Just so. Well remembered."
"Right-. Ah, I got it." You Missed
"Interesting choice. Did it work?"
She hesitates for a moment, and then bends a little to the left. And then to the right. "I think so."
"Of course, that does risk your wounds reopening if our opponent hits you again."
"I don't think whoever it is is gunna use rifles or handguns again."
"Fair enough. Iname, this was where your house appeared?"
"Yes, Master."
I cup my hands around my mouth. "Alright, arsehole! Last chance to surrender!" Grant Due Process
"Master, is warning them a good idea?"
"It's not like they don't know that we're here, and it's possible that they've misunderstood our intent."
But I'm still wondering. What sort of being can alter reality like this but can't stop us… Using that part of us that is at one with the Source.
No.
But why would they-?
The mountainside around us shimmers-. No, not shimmers. Something is covering the surface-. Perspective. People. People just appeared. Thousands… Perhaps hundreds of thousands. At this distance I can't make out individuals, but… Yes, they're all around us.
About a kilometre away they halt, up the slope and down it.
I take a step forwards. "What?"
One figure steps forwards-. Ah.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Commodore Amalak. Looking well for a dead man."
"I've been given a chance at justice."
"I doubt it. I think that you're just another phantasm, like all the rest." Dismiss the Monkey
A large quadruped trots up next to him. "And do you think that I-?"
"Yes, Chrysalis, you're fake too. What's the point of this?"
"We're all people you killed unjustly."
"Oh?" I clench my fists. "I suppose I'll have to be more thorough this time." Magistrate's Authority
Death to the Dead
I Cut Things
12:39 GMT -7
Iname is still blushing as we finally reach the outskirts of the crater. Persuader hasn't quite worked out what Iname offered, and I don't think that she's even got an approximate idea. Probably because it's so contrary to our current relationship.
Huh. Occurs to me that Persuader never met Jade-.
"Persuader, have you worked in the same theatre of operation as Cheshire?"
"Ah. yeah, couple of times. Why?"
"Just occurs to me that you've got a lot in common. Stopped bleeding yet?"
"I dunno. It's sort of achy. I don't really wanna poke it."
I put her down and look at her thoughtfully. "Have you tried using your powers to heal yourself?"
"Can I..? Do that?"
I touch my own injury-. Yes, still hurts, but I'm still augmented by the venom buster I first took… Oh, so long ago now. And probably a little by what I absorbed in the Land of Summer's End. But let's see. Master of My Domain
I wait for a moment and… Ah, there we go. My injury knits itself back together as it should, and I… Feel myself regain my full strength. Good. That-.
Aaaand it's gone.
"Looks like we can heal using our God Names, but trying to maintain full power is a non-starter."
I gently lower Persuader to the ground, where she looks askance at Iname. "So how come she's still fast?"
"When I want to go fast, I constantly use my God Name. I am not using it now because we are going slowly."
"Okay… But mine's not really very heally."
I sigh quietly. "Persuader, Granny Goodness might have conditioned Knockout to be a resilient and ruthless warrior, but she also deliberately made her… Uncreative and disinclined to question."
"Meaning..?"
"Meaning that it literally wouldn't occur to her that you do more damage punching someone with a hand that isn't broken."
Persuader thinks about that for a moment.
"Shouldn't..? You..? Tell her that?"
"Uuuuh, no. Knockout is working for me because Granny Goodness told her to. She's still loyal to my father, she just doesn't bother considering the idea that I might not be. If I teach how to be even a little creative, she'd probably notice that."
"Yeah…" She shifts awkwardly. "But…"
I raise my eyebrows. "You like her."
"She's.. my teacher."
Iname glances her way for a moment. "Will you stab her, too?"
"Maybe if I want an A. I'd… Like to help her?"
"Huh. Okay. Are we talking 'respected elder'-like, 'Amazon eromena'-like, or 'I'm trying to hook her up with my Dad'-like?"
"What's that middle one mean?"
"Given Apokoliptian attitudes towards carnality, it wouldn't be that unusual for two people in your position to be…"
"Ah, no, no."
"'Relieving tension'. And honestly, I don't think her and your Dad-."
Persuader nods. "She's out of Dad's league."
I nod back. "It would snap right off. Maybe if I augmented him?"
"Alright." Persuader turns away. "So I need a pouch for a water bottle, and a pouch for something to make me forget you said that."
"But getting back to the point, you should be able to heal yourself. Or at least turn your ability to heal back on."
"How?"
"Spiritual self-awareness. What are you? And how is it more appropriate to that thing that you be healthy than you be bleeding?"
"Isn't there something you can do..? 'cause we're your employees?"
"Yes, but that wouldn't have helped while you were miles away being shot dead by phantasmal policemen. I may have a vested interest in you not dying, but you have a bigger one."
"Uh… Okay. Um…"
"Though given that your opponent appears to be trying to kill us and appears to be limited in influence to this planet… And given that we're trying to kill them, it probably wouldn't hurt to invoke a dialectic… Did I ever explain how that worked?"
"Is that the thing where we play up how different we are to boost ourselves?"
"Just so. Well remembered."
"Right-. Ah, I got it." You Missed
"Interesting choice. Did it work?"
She hesitates for a moment, and then bends a little to the left. And then to the right. "I think so."
"Of course, that does risk your wounds reopening if our opponent hits you again."
"I don't think whoever it is is gunna use rifles or handguns again."
"Fair enough. Iname, this was where your house appeared?"
"Yes, Master."
I cup my hands around my mouth. "Alright, arsehole! Last chance to surrender!" Grant Due Process
"Master, is warning them a good idea?"
"It's not like they don't know that we're here, and it's possible that they've misunderstood our intent."
But I'm still wondering. What sort of being can alter reality like this but can't stop us… Using that part of us that is at one with the Source.
No.
But why would they-?
The mountainside around us shimmers-. No, not shimmers. Something is covering the surface-. Perspective. People. People just appeared. Thousands… Perhaps hundreds of thousands. At this distance I can't make out individuals, but… Yes, they're all around us.
About a kilometre away they halt, up the slope and down it.
I take a step forwards. "What?"
One figure steps forwards-. Ah.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Commodore Amalak. Looking well for a dead man."
"I've been given a chance at justice."
"I doubt it. I think that you're just another phantasm, like all the rest." Dismiss the Monkey
A large quadruped trots up next to him. "And do you think that I-?"
"Yes, Chrysalis, you're fake too. What's the point of this?"
"We're all people you killed unjustly."
"Oh?" I clench my fists. "I suppose I'll have to be more thorough this time." Magistrate's Authority
Death to the Dead
I Cut Things